#science queue

"Who ever you think to be guilty if proven so. But don’t point fingers."

     Milton cleared his throat awkwardly as he approached her, why was he doing this again? He didn’t know, but he still did it as he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to the others lips. Standing up straight again he scratched the back of his head, “S-sorry about that.”

Side note: It is one of those ships that, I’m gradually warming up to because of how many amazing Andrea rpers there are, and I love it from that point of view.

     Milton huffed silently to himself, he stopped writing and looked partially upward, letting his eyes rest on the center of her face rather then meet her eyes. “Because, I’m just… I haven’t looked at anyone right the passed few days, I-I’m sorry. It isn’t just you alone if that makes you feel any better.”

Milton didn’t think before he did it, but he wanted to try something— for science. A small experiment he was curious about. He approached the other pushing her back against the wall gently, but his hands still pinned her against it. Leaning forward, he kissed her gently at first, the more he lingered the more he deepened it. Kissing was a curiosity he always had; he pulled back and gave a timid smile.

    Milton looked up from the walker on the slab, “New project— I needed a body and well, there’s tons of them now, might as well use them.” He flipped open a small case of different scalpels and tools. “Did you need something?”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared to do this, but Milton still proceeded into Deans room. For awhile he’d wanted to try something and he wasn’t sure if the other would approve overly by the intrusion, but he’d wanted to at least get the chance to sleep in the same bed for once. Milton wasn’t great with relationships, he knew nothing of them except for basics— but he tried. Approaching the bed he slipped into it silently next to Dean, adjusting himself to be against the other— wrapping his arm around his lower half. He silently hoped he wasn’t crossing lines, as he closed his eyes and attempted sleep.

Milton tensed for a moment— not expecting that, he let a nervous laugh leave him. “W-what was that for?”