Hey, I know enough to know that you wouldn't hurt me.
[ flashes of kindness, tender moments, hints of feelings that have made him question where this partnership intends to go. milo has barely scratched the surface of it, too involved in this frosty mystery to direct much of his energies towards it. it hadn't taken him very long to care for the boy he so eagerly took in, despite said boy not knowing much about himself ( despite said boy barely knowing how to pick up a room without some nagging. )
he means it when he says he has never met anyone like him – someone who carries himself in a way that surely requires so much training, who speaks in such a way that reminds him of fairytales or classic novels meant for book reports. of course he wants to help him, even protect him in any way he can. they have already come this far in their search, in their time together. why should he take a step back now?
so he had missed the mark on the source of the snow, initially believing it to be a new player in this strange game, but in a way he is kind of relieved. it's another piece of this boy that they can add to the puzzle. but they're not going to worry about that now. what he's going to worry about it talking him down from this precipice before he turns this apartment into a frozen landscape. even with his hand on mat's shoulder, he can sense that thread of tension pulled so tightly it might snap and, without much of a thought, he does the first thing that pops into his brain, something he's seen and read about before that allegedly redirects worries.
he kisses him with one single step forward to close the space between their bodies, proof that he has no fear of him, wanting mathias to breathe again. it will be okay. ]
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[ flashes of kindness, tender moments, hints of feelings that have made him question where this partnership intends to go. milo has barely scratched the surface of it, too involved in this frosty mystery to direct much of his energies towards it. it hadn't taken him very long to care for the boy he so eagerly took in, despite said boy not knowing much about himself ( despite said boy barely knowing how to pick up a room without some nagging. )
he means it when he says he has never met anyone like him – someone who carries himself in a way that surely requires so much training, who speaks in such a way that reminds him of fairytales or classic novels meant for book reports. of course he wants to help him, even protect him in any way he can. they have already come this far in their search, in their time together. why should he take a step back now?
so he had missed the mark on the source of the snow, initially believing it to be a new player in this strange game, but in a way he is kind of relieved. it's another piece of this boy that they can add to the puzzle. but they're not going to worry about that now. what he's going to worry about it talking him down from this precipice before he turns this apartment into a frozen landscape. even with his hand on mat's shoulder, he can sense that thread of tension pulled so tightly it might snap and, without much of a thought, he does the first thing that pops into his brain, something he's seen and read about before that allegedly redirects worries.
he kisses him with one single step forward to close the space between their bodies, proof that he has no fear of him, wanting mathias to breathe again. it will be okay. ]