♩ . . . after spending an evening entertaining a group of men blatantly eyefucking each other, milo had wanted nothing more than to go home into the arms of the man that he love. no, too soon to be reciting liability. he just wanted to see syd. and, in true gentleman fashion, he stands there to hold the door. “ my knight and his trusty steed! ” lone arm curls around the blond’s frame, head against chest for a brief moment, pulling away with a grin brighter than the one that had greeted him. his movements are lazed, a mixture of exhaustion and inebriation, falling limp in the passenger seat with a relieved sigh. “ i’ve never been so happy to see you, seriously. i was worried my dads were gonna scar me for life if i stayed a minute longer. ” laughter mixed with nerves, head lolling against the headrest until cheek rests against it. god, had syd always been this beautiful beneath the city’s lights? being under the influence and seeing your best friend had suddenly never felt so dangerous.