last couple of months kinda been a disaster
Her fingers stroking along his skin give him some amount of hope that she’ll be okay through this, and when he finally speaks, finally gives his ultimatum to her – the admission that he loves her, his hand on her chin, holding her close to him. Silence wraps around them but he isn’t worried – he doesn’t think she doesn’t love him too. No, if anything, it cements the fact that they’re both working on themselves. She’s working on how to piece her words together and he’s learning to wait until it’s understood.
Her hand rises to his neck and she says it back, and he releases the breath he didn’t know he had been holding, lips parting so that he can wet his lips after he’s managed to catch his breath. Sand lingers to every bit and piece of them, but he doesn’t move away – instead, he simply watches her, studies her face just as she studies his, and Milo nods when her eyes meet his again. “I am happy, ‘Relia.” He assures her. “’n I don’ care who y’wanna spend time with ‘r sleep with s’long as yer always happy with me.” Perhaps it’s naïve of him to think, but if others could provide her with what she needs when he can’t, well, he doesn’t mind.
All he wants is for her to be happy with him. And he’ll be happy too. “Y’can’t hurt me more than I hurt m’self.” He assures, her, his hand drifting from her chin to tangle in the wet hair there, leaning down so that he can press his forehead to her own, to breathe her in, to close his eyes and let his rabbiting heart calm down. “I’m smart ‘nough t’know when I’m in danger.” He’s a runner, after all. “’n I’m not in danger with ya.” He murmurs, opening his eyes and pulling his head away a fraction to press his lips to her forehead.
Her hand rises to his neck and she says it back, and he releases the breath he didn’t know he had been holding, lips parting so that he can wet his lips after he’s managed to catch his breath. Sand lingers to every bit and piece of them, but he doesn’t move away – instead, he simply watches her, studies her face just as she studies his, and Milo nods when her eyes meet his again. “I am happy, ‘Relia.” He assures her. “’n I don’ care who y’wanna spend time with ‘r sleep with s’long as yer always happy with me.” Perhaps it’s naïve of him to think, but if others could provide her with what she needs when he can’t, well, he doesn’t mind.
All he wants is for her to be happy with him. And he’ll be happy too. “Y’can’t hurt me more than I hurt m’self.” He assures, her, his hand drifting from her chin to tangle in the wet hair there, leaning down so that he can press his forehead to her own, to breathe her in, to close his eyes and let his rabbiting heart calm down. “I’m smart ‘nough t’know when I’m in danger.” He’s a runner, after all. “’n I’m not in danger with ya.” He murmurs, opening his eyes and pulling his head away a fraction to press his lips to her forehead.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
