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“Ohh, shit... sorry.. you got a nice couch.”
/ took a not quick kip
⠀／／⠀Themes are the bane of my existence.
“.. Hey. Uhm...”
Okay, maybe this wasn't the best time to talk about things. They were watching a movie. One of the older ones Marc and Steven liked. But Milo couldn't keep up the charade anymore. He was used to doing so, but.. he'd gotten so close to them on both fronts, and God, Steven made it even harder. Steven told him fucking /everything/, and here he was, harboring this secret. He guessed it was only a matter of time before they found out. Just.. wanted it to be on their own terms. It'd be fine. It was a whispered secret to someone else who cared about *both* Milo and Spider-Thing (Two). Plus, it was, like.. cool. Yeah. Not just a lame tour guide who can't keep down a job. A *cool* tour guide who can't keep down a job.
“I've gotta tell you somethin'. It's like— okay, uhm..” Shit. His face was turning red, he could feel it. Why couldn't he just like.. come out as straight or something? “Uhm.. I'm..”
Oh. Oh, that wasn't good at all.
Milo felt the color drain from his face as quickly as he'd watched Jake put a bullet through someone's skull. How obvious was he? Too obvious? He hadn't seen any articles about it, so it had to be at least somewhat well hidden. Okay, this was fine. He'd known the three for a while now, this was bound to happen, wasn't it?
Even so, it didn't stop his heart from palpitating. How long had he known for? Steven couldn't have known, he would've said something, unless he's severely underestimating him.. Did *Marc* know? “Not funny,” he managed, running his fingers through his hair. “How—- how long have you known?? Am I that obvious?? Ohh my god..”
@frctellino Jake had let Milo keep their secret, allowed that whole "they'll tell us when they're ready" thing to play. He didn't even tell Marc or Steven about it. Definitely not Steven, he'd be too quick to run his mouth. Obvious as it was, though, he has no idea how those two haven't caught up yet. Guess they each had their strengths... With a questioning hum, he took his eyes off the TV to glance over to them. Honestly, he wasn't paying much attention to the movie anyway. He'd seen it enough times. So why not let Marc or Steven take things over here? Funny thing is, it /was/ originally Marc who was sitting in to watch this. But apparently marriage and the road to it had taught him nothing, and Steven was just a mess. ONE of them had to actually make a move. Or handle this. Ideal opportunity. He couldn't help himself, gaze turning back to the TV with that air of casualness despite the likely weight of what he said next. ،، ¿Qué pasa, araña? ”
⠀／／⠀Me when I'm just kinda winging it with my Jake Lockley interpretation based on vague info I've gotten on the internet and what little we've seen in the show...
⠀／／⠀I'll be back at some point or another. Drop stuff, if you want. I'll get back to it when I can. <3
It'd been.. a minute. Truly, Milo wasn't sure how long.
This was going to be an odd discussion to have. See, Milo couldn't recall ever really.. /calling/ themselves boyfriends, or partners, or whatever. But they'd certainly been on dates. He'd been hauled out of a building by them. General chaos (definitely not caused mostly by him) had been observed by the both of them. That was to say.. they were quite close, before it all.
Milo knew Marc and Steven knew. They had to know, Vile likely told them, or maybe they were there when it all went down— that part he couldn't quite remember. Bit hazy, that day. It's why he was knocking at the door. Hadn't been much for socializing, but he figured it was time. He'd been out swinging again, finally, and he guessed it gave him enough adrenaline to pop by.
Guess he'd see how long that'd last.
Upon no response, though, he pressed his mouth to the crack of the door, unable to stop the small smile worming its' way onto his lips. "Maaarccc.. Stevennnn.. Jaaaakee.. 's Milo.”
“You're making y'all's face wrinkle. You good? Need a snack? Water? A good knock in the head?”
Stupid smile. It made Milo push Marc's head to the side, scooting away from him on the couch. Still, he was glad to see him smile, even at his own expense. Usually, Marc either looked angry, upset, or like he thought Milo was stupid, or he was angry because Milo was stupid, and the list went on in a similar way. “/My bad/ for mixin' things up. Not like you guys do it on purpose.. fuckin' comedians..” Like Milo didn't think it was funny, either. It was nice to see everyone else, too. But for now, he didn't mind Marc. Never did, really. Unless he was being too much like Marc— which, thankfully, he wasn't.
@frctellino That.. made Marc smile– just a little– a poor attempt at hiding it being made by turning his head away from them as he chugged down some of the water. It was kind of funny sometimes. Besides, he understood. Him and Steven were in the same head, same body. They were bound to slip up like that. Not to mention the fact they were a lot more used to Steven. Marc being in control for these hangouts was newer. He didn't say anything about their mistake or their insult, but that amused smile probably said enough.
“Basic,” as if Milo drank anything else himself. Still, he comes back with water (mm, tap water), even with a few ice cubes in it. “I'd get fancy and give you lemon. We don't have lemon.” Like he was gonna spend his tour guide money on *lemons*. He flopped down, putting his arm on Marc's shoulder like an armrest. “Hey, Steven—- Marc. Dammit. I was gonna say.. oh, dammit, I don't remember. You suck, you know that?”
⠀／／⠀Hi. :)
“You.. uh.. cold, Steven?”
“Mm. Cold enough.” Milo knows his hands are equally as cold, and still, he rubs at Steven's knuckles as they walk. “S'all good. We'll be back to my place soon enough.. we could watch a movie.. 'less you gotta get back?”
@frctellino ،، Uh... Well, th– Yeah. Yeah, I – I don't think I'll... lose my fingers or anything. Don't think I'm /that/ cold. I think— Am I? ”