It's Been A While! (Sanford x Oc x Deimos)

Unpleasant Memories pt.2

'~Dei is bugging Milo againnn~'

Milo silently ate his ice cream on his couch when Deimos suddenly sat beside him. Milo groaned rolling his eyes. "Come to bully me once again Deimos," Milo huffed finishing his ice cream quickly.

"Nah man, just got a question is all," Deimos said blowing a puff of smoke to his face. Milo coughed and waved a hand to clear away the obnoxious smoke out of his face. He wasn't too keen on answering whatever question Deimos had. Probably one that would lead to him saying something weird.

"So like," Deimos leaned back as his eyes locked on Milo's hands. "What happened to them?" He asked pointing at them now.

Milo hummed in question before he looked at his hands. "Uhm, it's kind of a touchy subject," Milo nervously said and crossed his arms trying to hide them.

Deimos scoffed and grabbed Milo's arm and held his wrist to examine the bandages. With a closer look, they seemed to be pretty thin especially for someone like Milo. It didn't match his figure really. He had a good figure and strong arms but his hands were never really seen without the bandages.

"Can you not!" Milo yanked his hand back and folded his arms again and looked away. "I only told Sanford about it, and I'd rather not repeat myself," Milo gave Deimos a side glare.

Deimos huffed and leaned against the couch. "Not even Doc?" He asked. Milo hesitated. "He just helps change the bandages, I didn't answer him when he asked what happened to them," Milo sighed.

"Well why not?" Deimos asked. "Because, like I said, it's a touchy subject Deimos," Milo pinched himself to hold back the urge to snap at him.

"And... Sanford is the only one I can tell," Deimos was about to ask again but Milo was quick to cut him off. "And before you ask me another stupid question, I trust him the most out of... All of you. I'd be willing to give my life for him."

Deimos narrowed his eyes at the brunette.

"He was my only friend in the agency back then. We helped each other out, he would stand up for me and... All I could ever do was to thank him. I try my best to make it up to him but sometimes I just think it isn't up to his standards. So I could only share him my secrets, he likes it when I do. He says it means quiet a lot that I share them with him," Milo explained.

"And you," Milo turned to Deimos who just blinked a few times. "Are just a big bully and no matter how much you try to pry it out of me, you will not get the full story," Milo pointed a finger at him before he stood up and left his garage.

Deimos growled watching Milo leave nonchalantly. "Stupid Milo and his stupid friendship with Ford. What does he mean I'm a big bully? I'm just messing around with him that's all," Deimos muttered crossing his arms defensively.

"Dude, you literally relentlessly insult him every chance you get," Vienna leaned against the door. "What the- when did you get here?!" Deimos jumped.

"Doesn't matter, but what does matter is your attitude with Milo," Vienna said. "What are you my mom?" Deimos snickered. Vienna rolled their eyes, "The designated mom-friend of the Staircase Trio, yeah, unfortunately," Vienna sighed.

"Hey, Milo isn't apart of the Staircase Trio. You can't just call him one and you can't talk on his behalf like that!" Deimos barked angrily. First Milo stole Sanford's precious time with him and now he's trying to weasel into the Stairway Trio?! No way, it's a trio, three people, tres, period. If there's four then it'll be a... A squad. The Stairway Squad? It doesn't have a nice ring to it!

"I never said he was, I was just saying that I am the Mom-friend to you!" Vienna spat back.

"So what's the issue here Dei? What do you have against Milo, huh?" Vienna asked sitting on the arm rest. "Nothing! What? He can't take a couple harmless jokes?" Deimos defended himself.