𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : closed for @soundbord 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : day three — a moment's respite away from luke's ire
BEFORE TODAY, PIGS WERE MORE LIKELY to fly than for reeve to feel anything more than a bare-minimum tolerance for milo mendoza. even as the other grew friendlier following the adphi party back in march, reeve stuck true to his usual habit of ignoring them unless absolutely necessary. today, however, watching what could only be described as a public, verbal flogging as luke lay into milo with a force reeve could only accomplish with his fists, something new seemed to creep into his heart for u-dub's resident drug slinger. something less dismissive and vitriolic. something that, if he were feeling generous, could maybe be described as sympathy.
❝ here, ❞ he offers, though less as a question and more as an order as he pushes the can of cheap beer he'd grabbed on the way into milo's chest. ❝ we ran out of the good stuff already but this still gets the job done. ❞















