#fearmakesmerude

     It wasn’t meant to end like this, it wasn’t meant to be a huge plot twist in the timid Mans life. The entire time he spent at Will Graham’s side, He’d been looking for the ripper only to find out it was him the entire time. It didn’t sit right with him, it never made sense. Milton knew Will, he was awkward like he was with social interaction, but the special agent had a better knack for understanding how they thought. He caught them by using that, and it was something Milton admired— having Will put in an institute and pinned for the murders just didn’t make sense. But they had evidence and you couldn’t argue with that-- at least that's what they said.

      Apart of him believed it and apart of him didn't, either way something was up. With all the accusations made against Doctor Lecter, he had become suspicious. Hannibal had become a good friend of his, and while he had a greater relationship with Will, it was hard to pick a side. Visits to the institute were scarce as they didn't find it was suitable for Milton to see him yet, and in that time, the timid man had grown inpatient. He wanted to confront Will, see what his side was-- but his curiosity was to great and he began his own investigation. Slowly he would snoop his way through files, the evidence bins, even venture and gain access to Hannibal's home.

      Little did he know what exactly he was getting himself into, but he had to know the truth-- to many accusations were being thrown around for him to know and believe what was real. Finally after a few weeks of arguing, and investigation, Milton was allowed access to see Will, and he wasted no time in getting there. Despite his investigation, he still wanted to hear Will's side. He couldn't trust him exactly, there was still a chance he was guilty, but a part of Milton knew that this had to be wrong. He was framed somehow. Maybe he was just making up that excuse so he wouldn't think of Will differently.

   It had been months since there had been any sort of salvation for Milton. Day by day it was finding food and shelter that was dragging him down more than the biters. It even began affecting his looks; he'd enough weight to make the clothes he found only weeks before that fit him perfectly to big for him now. They bagged and were torn. His eyes resembled the tiredness and anger.

   Any person he'd come across either backed away or got a bullet in them. It was to the point were Milton wanted nothing to do with other survivors, he no longer trusted people. He'd become hardened over the past months, the feeling of betrayal, and losing every single friend he'd managed to make in a single day. Now Milton wondered the forests, he'd lost his way a few miles back and his drive for survival was nearing zero.

   He was dragging himself now, and at this point someone could have mistaken him for a walker. Disheveled clothing, matted hair, blood and gore covered him; he made worn sounds from the lack of rest as his body was finally coming to the end of its rope. Noticing something in the distance he squinted, trying to make it out- it looked like a person and for the first time he finally felt the need to approach a human.

   At least that's what he was hoping it was, a human, it wasn't staggering, it actually looked lively. Milton moved closer and as subtly as he could to the other person, raising a hand he began to call out, "H-hey, you, do you think you could help- I just nee-" He came to a full stop now, the person finally came into full view.

I may not find the time to respond to everything I owe to some of you guys until the beginning of next week. (Monday, or maybe tuesday) This counts for all of my 3 Blogs: Nymphea, Angel Face and Adam.

who cooks normally?: Will, if he’s home.

how often do they fight?: Not very often, they are both aware and understanding of each other so they avoid conflict.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Will would be at work or doing errands, and Milton would be doing what Milton always does, science! And other stuff and thangs.

nicknames for each other?: They both just have the usual couple names, but are rarely used unless its a very sappy evening.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Will.

who steals the covers at night?: Neither, I think Milton wouldn’t let go of Will, so either they’d share them or not sleep with them at all due to Will’s body heat at 2 am.

what would they get each other for gifts?: Something with sentimental value depending on the occasion, or get each other someone of one anothers interest.

who remembers things?: Both of them, Milton is keen to write everything down and remember, and Will would remember things if reminded closer to the time.

who cusses more?: Neither one of them, unless it’s in bed, then they are about equal…

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Help immediately. Maybe lecture each other about it.

who kissed who first?: Will.

who made the first move?: Will, I just can’t see Milton ever making the first move with anybody, he’s just to damn shy and awkward to do it.

☃ for my muse's reaction to yours throwing a snowball at them.

[-unattractive laughter and snort- OMG!]