Marcus couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach when Milo grabbed his hand, but knew that it wasn’t the time to act on his feelings. Milo looked visibly upset — he sounded upset — and Marcus needed to be there for him as a friend, not a boyfriend. Setting his hand on Milo’s arm, he looked down at the drink on the countertop. “What happened?” He asked slowly, wary, unsure of which side of Milo he was going to get today.
Milo picked up his glass and took a long drink. Anyone who knew Milo knew he didn't drink unless he was upset. "...Axel's gone," he mumbled, looking towards him with pained eyes. "Gone... And it's because of me," He laughed tiredly, his voice drained and in pain that he couldn't correctly express.Â












