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    his grin is smug. jade green hues bright with amusement as he looped his large hand around nina’s tiny waist. fingertips are powerful and press into the sliver of her warm flesh that peeked out between the pajama shorts and top that she wore. that morning as usual she’d woke him up at what he would consider an ungodly hour, but what a normal person would consider to be a perfect fine time to wake up. milo didn’t work until the evening and nina had the morning off which seemed to be a first in quite a long while. “you’re a little needy and clingy this morning.” the man rasped with a chuckle in his tone, rolling himself over the girls much smaller frame. nina wanted attention and petting and who the hell was he to deny? her voice was soft and her hands were slow as they reached out to touch him, fingertips feeling like heat despite the innocent brush of them against his scarred shoulder. “let me get a smoke, love.” he’d been awake for a good little while and hadn’t lit one up yet and could feel the need. her hand curled around his bicep in an attempt to keep him still and he stop his movements when hearing, “well, you’re not allowed to leave me, ever,”  her words were innocent with a little pout on her lips catch his attention and he’s pressing his lips together into a line. “never?” milo cocks a brow, ducking to steal a kiss while guiding his knee between her legs to encourage her to make room for his much larger body. “hm, how about we don’t leave the bed?” the young brit suggests, one hand pressing to the side of her head to support his frame while his other hand grazed over the skin of her stomach.

    the shirt he wore felt a few sizes to small, the muscles in his back and shoulders taut with frustration and rage. his back was to her, spin curved with his head angled down so that if his eyes had been open he’d been staring right down at his feet. lashes rest upon his heated cheeks though while inhaling deeply through his nose in any attempt to calm himself down. what was they arguing over? honestly he didn’t even remember, but with the ringing in his ears, the tear stained woman that stood behind him and the way his nails bit into his skin it was no secret that it was a banger of an argument. “no.” his head lifted eyes staring forward instead of turning to look at his girlfriend. “i didn’t.” of course he didn’t mean it. her stepping into the shop those months ago was definitely meant to happen and one of the best things that could have happened to him. fuck he had been lost and then there she was and he could breathe. so when he’d said that he had wished she hadn’t have showed up that day it was all in the fit of rage and he would admit that. milo still wasn’t ready to fully allow himself to relax though and he couldn’t just turn around and pretend like he was okay. “you should try to rest.” the time exactly he wasn’t sure of, but he knew it was well past the time that she was usually up. the man took a few steps forward abandoning his position for the first time in quite a few long moments. his hand clasped around the handle to the refrigerator and he’s popping off the cap to a beer, chugging down half the bottle before he pulls it away from his mouth. 

    he’s tired. it’s apparent in the way he looks, the not so subtle bags underneath of his eyes and the slight tremor in his fingers. nights were spent tossing and turning, thoughts running wild until he’d give in an take one of his pills only to cause him to zone out and pass out for perhaps a hour or two. it was taken a toll and it was something he noticed had started once nina had walked out his door just the week before. had it really been six days? it didn’t seem possible. the pair were usually together throughout each day and now he walked around alone like a lost puppy only to show some glimmer of hope once spotting her, but it vanishing when she’d make a futile attempt to reroute herself to not have to be near him. it hurt. 

    deciding he can’t take it any longer he throws a wayward glance at the time on his phone before deciding to head out. she’d probably just be leaving the theater right now and if he had to pull her into a closet with him to get her to listen to him - well, don’t put it past him. scuffed boots carry him around the corner towards the theater entrance and he can already hear the softness of her voice, but her tone that of discomfort. eyes narrow slightly and though it seems that his presence hasn’t been noticed, he takes the chance to assess over what’s happening in front of him. a guest that’s had probably one shot too many with that frat boy dumb look about him reached out his grubby fingers to close around nina’s wrist, words of having fun spilling from his alcohol stained lips. green eyes narrow at the hold the man has on nina’s tiny wrist and he licks over his bottom lip while taking a step forward to make sure he’s noticed finally. “i’ll break your hand if you don’t let her go.” milo warns, tone nothing short of serious with a look given to the other male to even try him. mr. frat boy looks him up and down before coming to his senses and releasing nina’s wrist. “now go -” milo rasps, pointedly glancing towards the corridor that would take anyone to the elevator an not turning his attention to nina until frat boy retreats with his tail between his legs.