#chrislo

TORONTO STAR -- For those fleeing abusive households, the trip back is fraught. This group formed to help

Groaning in frustration, Christian threw the book onto the ground.

" Could you shut up, for like, point five seconds?" He said, stepping forward and yelling into Milo's unmoved, disdained face.

" You dropped the book, " He said, inclining his head to the ground where the book now lay in a crumpled heap. Christian flexes his fingers as if he would have liked nothing better than to put them around the handsome young man's throat.

" I know that.'' He gritted out.

" Oh? I wasn't sure. I once witnessed you speaking to a corpse, though so forgive me if i underestimate your intellige-"

With a growl of anger, Christian pushes Milo against the bookcase hard enough to knock it back against the wall.

" Not all of us are unfeeling assholes, okay?!" He yelled into his face. Milo looked slightly startled, and alarmed.

" I knew her. She was my friend. If you saw you're old friend, transfigured, dead, monstrous on the ground-" Christian let go of Milo, turning away.

Milo sinks back against the couch, staring at Christian in shock, with then softens into pity, and then into a sort of... warmth.

Still facing away, Christian continues,

" Knowing that just a month ago, she was alive, happy-"

He shakes his head. " Fine."

Milo moves to grab his shoulder, before hesitating. Unsure, he teeters there, his arm half outstretched.

" Chris-?" He stutters. " Christian?"

Christians spins around. " What?!??!" He asks furiously. There are tears on his face. Milo looks scared and starts to step back.

" Nothing, I-"

" What?! Why are you so obsessed with me!?"

Milo slowly lifts his hand up to Christian's face and traces a tear down a scar. Christian looks at his hand, and traces up his arm with his eyes, before meeting with Milo's.

Chrislo - Fils D'O

Chrislo - Fils D'O