( milo's broad, overbright smile directed precisely up and at mathias is enough to make his cheeks warm to the extent that he feels even more inclined to draw those blankets up over them, surely still shaken from his dream and not particularly ready to let a new friend, even one so kind and hospitable, see him quite so vulnerable. he isn't exactly sure what he feels the need to keep to himself — especially considering there are still so many things about himself that feel incomplete, like he's forgotten something important.
hm.
bright blue eyes immediately spot that shiver though milo doesn't act as though he's bothered, even though a cursory glance brings the goosebumps up his arms to mat's attention. he frowns briefly at that, still concealed, but his expression turns more than a little surprised at milo's suggestion. how had he known — ?
nevermind that. there are more important things at hand. )
Oh — breakfast sounds wonderful. ( mat's pulled down his makeshift shield at last, untucks his feet, and sweeps the two blankets, one thinner, the other thicker and fluffier, over milo's shoulders, insisting all the while: ) But first, here. Please take these.
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hm.
bright blue eyes immediately spot that shiver though milo doesn't act as though he's bothered, even though a cursory glance brings the goosebumps up his arms to mat's attention. he frowns briefly at that, still concealed, but his expression turns more than a little surprised at milo's suggestion. how had he known — ?
nevermind that. there are more important things at hand. )
Oh — breakfast sounds wonderful. ( mat's pulled down his makeshift shield at last, untucks his feet, and sweeps the two blankets, one thinner, the other thicker and fluffier, over milo's shoulders, insisting all the while: ) But first, here. Please take these.