all my scars have got a tune
A nod is given in confirmation that she has before, as he goes into paving the way of lighting her emotions, of telling her what the problem was, watching and waiting and drawing back to look at the fire as she speaks. His lips form a tight line, and he glances to her at the mention of “Zeph’s friend” of whom Milo hasn’t talked to, but the man seemed fine. And he trusted Zeph to know who his friends were, after all, Zeph had practically raised him while his father was away on the fishing boats.
So he puffs out a quiet breath, nodding to her. “Nobody knows why.” He informs her, offering her the little tidbits he can to try and see if she can continue to keep the flaming spark alive, that tether. “But Vai said it was ‘im.” He offers, shrugging lightly, offering her a slight frown, knowing how close she and the Governor were, but he doesn’t know much more than that.
As for it being taken care of, his head quirks, brows drawing together in a slight pinch. “Meanin’ they’re gonna find out if he did it.” The logical step, though Milo doesn’t know what Remi has in store. The bottom line of Torchline, however, had always been an eye for an eye. As far as Milo knows, they’re probably roughing him up a bit, trying to get him to confess whether he did it or not.
But his gaze falls on the fire, on the way it had warred and now it sat dim, his honeyed gaze slipping back to her, a hand outstretched for her arm. “Reach into that… Anger ‘r surprise. Try ‘n pull it out again.” He suggests, trying to pull her into standing beside him, offering her a soft smile even if it doesn’t entirely meet his eyes.
So he puffs out a quiet breath, nodding to her. “Nobody knows why.” He informs her, offering her the little tidbits he can to try and see if she can continue to keep the flaming spark alive, that tether. “But Vai said it was ‘im.” He offers, shrugging lightly, offering her a slight frown, knowing how close she and the Governor were, but he doesn’t know much more than that.
As for it being taken care of, his head quirks, brows drawing together in a slight pinch. “Meanin’ they’re gonna find out if he did it.” The logical step, though Milo doesn’t know what Remi has in store. The bottom line of Torchline, however, had always been an eye for an eye. As far as Milo knows, they’re probably roughing him up a bit, trying to get him to confess whether he did it or not.
But his gaze falls on the fire, on the way it had warred and now it sat dim, his honeyed gaze slipping back to her, a hand outstretched for her arm. “Reach into that… Anger ‘r surprise. Try ‘n pull it out again.” He suggests, trying to pull her into standing beside him, offering her a soft smile even if it doesn’t entirely meet his eyes.
there's a fire in my heart
and i can't stop it burning down
and i can't stop it burning down
MILO
