drinking champagne from the fire escape, watching all my troubles rain down
“A’course I do, Zeph.” Milo offers with a bright chime of laughter. “Least for the time bein’.” A shrug of his shoulders, propping his legs up as he sinks and melts into the chair. The mention of just keeping watch has him nodding, reaching for Zeph’s flask again to swipe it back over.
“Yer gonna make me work?” He asks over the edge of the flask before downing another sip of it. “Ain’t really interested in all that.” He manages after swallowing the sip and capping the flask to toss back toward Zeph.
“Rumor has it you got another fella yer hangin’ with.” He offers, brow raising. Olavi’s comment eating at him with the possibility even if Milo has shrugged it off. Would Felix take his place as a runner? “Am I gettin’ too old to run?”
“Yer gonna make me work?” He asks over the edge of the flask before downing another sip of it. “Ain’t really interested in all that.” He manages after swallowing the sip and capping the flask to toss back toward Zeph.
“Rumor has it you got another fella yer hangin’ with.” He offers, brow raising. Olavi’s comment eating at him with the possibility even if Milo has shrugged it off. Would Felix take his place as a runner? “Am I gettin’ too old to run?”
everyone i know's got somewhere to go
I'm here with my head in the clouds
MILO
