THEY STUMBLE THROUGH THE ENTRANCE, laughter echoing into milo’s penthouse apartment. the place still smells of fresh paint and new hardwood floors and it still doesn’t feel quite like home ( milo o’connor in a penthouse apartment ? milo o’connor would be the last one to believe it ), but with briar’s presence he finds himself thinking it’s not so alien after all.
despite this sense of familiarity she brings, he’s also feeling strangely self - conscious about his million dollar apartment. his mom and the electrician are the only people who’s visited since he moved in and even then it was mostly to look at his home studio, the one that’s now cluttered with achievements kida has won. so ironically, this is the one room milo can’t show briar and as such he feels a surge of anxiety rising. how is he to explain that he, as a common producer of mediocre pop songs at best, lives here ? how to justify any achievement as just milo o’connor ? perhaps they should’ve stayed at that overcrowded party, stinking of ecstasy and sticky with alcohol.
milo discards of his jacket and steals a glance at briar, and suddenly the noise in his head dissipates. brown eyes gaze back at him, so warm he melts. unintentionally, and a little embarrassingly, a giggle bubbles up and spills out of him. he’s 10 years old again and she’s the prettiest girl in school. « i, uh — » he begins, laughing again, manlier this time, to cover it up. ain’t no hiding those rosy cheeks of his though. « you want mac and cheese ? i want mac and cheese. i’m gonna make some mac and cheese, » he announces, gesturing her eagerly to follow him into the kitchen.
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