gravity don't mean that much to me
Milo might do a lot of hookups, never really one to shy away, but that doesn’t mean he can’t add some tenderness to them all the same. He does care, after all, nuzzling his cheek briefly into Sam’s hand before he pulls away. He manages to get his pants on, collecting his shirt and refraining from putting it on until his skin dries of the sweat that had built up on it. His question is aired and he loops the shirt around his neck, holding onto it with both sides when his gaze finds Sam again. “Some people ‘re into that.” Milo offers with a chuckle, an easy grin, before he’s moving to grab his cup of tea, pouring a bit more into it to drain before he goes.
Sam’s next comment does catch him a bit off guard, lifting the cup to his lips as it’s aired, and he swallows it down after mulling it over a small amount. “Mmm... Not s’much different. Unique, like th’ way a blue diamond’s one of a kind.” He offers, holding the cup and moving back to Sam to lift his hand to his cheek, looking into his turquoise hued gaze. “I’d call it a pretty nice surprise.” He offers, a crooked grin spreading across his face, a wink granted to Sam, thumb stroking along Sam’s cheekbone before he lets his hand drop.
Sam’s next comment does catch him a bit off guard, lifting the cup to his lips as it’s aired, and he swallows it down after mulling it over a small amount. “Mmm... Not s’much different. Unique, like th’ way a blue diamond’s one of a kind.” He offers, holding the cup and moving back to Sam to lift his hand to his cheek, looking into his turquoise hued gaze. “I’d call it a pretty nice surprise.” He offers, a crooked grin spreading across his face, a wink granted to Sam, thumb stroking along Sam’s cheekbone before he lets his hand drop.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
