@justmilah continued from [x]
Perhaps he had had too much to drink tonight. Perhaps he shouldn't have gone on so long about the two of them going off together to find their own adventure. Perhaps he should just sit back and keep the rest of his thoughts to himself. But the seemingly never-ending rum and ale he'd had that night wouldn't let him just sit back and pretend he didn't want her.
"Then come with me!" He slammed his fist on the table in front of them, earning them a few looks from people nearby. He sighed, some of the anger leaving him when their foreheads pressed together. Her hands on his face helped to ground him a little bit, but his desires wouldn't leave so easily.
Killian wanted so badly to understand that she wanted to stay for her son, but no one had ever stayed for him. That should have made him want better for the boy, but he wanted better for Milah. He wanted better for himself. He tried to push past the haze of the drink and come up with a solution to this problem.
"Bring the lad with us. Boys love ships. I grew up on a ship! He'll be fine!"
