MILO
He’d give her however long she needed to speak, content to sit there and drip dry by the time she does open her lips to utter the words that to be honest? Frighten him. But he swallows it down, to edge closer to her – she doesn’t have to look at him, doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to. He’ll understand, he always does. For now, though, she lifts her head just enough. To tell him how she’s scared too.
He supposes that makes two of them, then.
His hands extend out from him, searching for her own to clasp his own calloused hands into hers, intertwining their fingers should she let him. And after a few moments longer, Milo’s swallowing down the words and digesting them, figuring out what to say. What he wants to say. “S’a part y’been workin’ on, ‘Relia. If its not what y’wanna be, y’can change it.” He pauses, believing wholeheartedly in her ability in herself. “Gonna take time, though. Ain’t gonna happen overnight. Jus’ gotta be patient with yerself.” He pauses to lean forward, to press a kiss to the crown of her head if she lets him. “I believe in ya. Always have ‘n always will.”
He supposes that makes two of them, then.
His hands extend out from him, searching for her own to clasp his own calloused hands into hers, intertwining their fingers should she let him. And after a few moments longer, Milo’s swallowing down the words and digesting them, figuring out what to say. What he wants to say. “S’a part y’been workin’ on, ‘Relia. If its not what y’wanna be, y’can change it.” He pauses, believing wholeheartedly in her ability in herself. “Gonna take time, though. Ain’t gonna happen overnight. Jus’ gotta be patient with yerself.” He pauses to lean forward, to press a kiss to the crown of her head if she lets him. “I believe in ya. Always have ‘n always will.”
as long as we don't die,
this is gonna be one hell of a story
this is gonna be one hell of a story
