MILO
the hope and the hurt has lived inside of me
but there's gold in the dirt
but there's gold in the dirt
Before long, Sam’s climbing out of the shower like a cat that had been held down for his bath, and Milo takes a few moments to rinse himself off a bit more fully before slipping out after the other red head. He grabs his own towel, drying himself off and letting his gaze linger on Sam as he begins to force words out. His red brows furrow in concern and he runs the towel along his chest and neck to try and rid it of most of the water trickling down his body.
“’m gonna assume that’s not normal?” He asks, probing lightly and wondering just how much Sam wants to admit. “I heard there was’a sickness goin’ around. D’ya think ya caught it?” Another question, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considers it, running the towel a bit further down his torso to try and dry off as quickly as he could.
“’m gonna assume that’s not normal?” He asks, probing lightly and wondering just how much Sam wants to admit. “I heard there was’a sickness goin’ around. D’ya think ya caught it?” Another question, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considers it, running the towel a bit further down his torso to try and dry off as quickly as he could.
i never took the time to see
but i knew of its worth
but i knew of its worth
