“That was just…” they hesitated, swallowing so loudly Milo could hear it. “It was really sweet.” Milo’s lips twitched, heart caving in, emotion welling so intensely he had to swallow around it. “I literally just came down your throat, but I’m so glad you think I’m sweet,” Milo teased, hoarse. Xander snorted, slapping him on the chest, and nuzzled their face into his neck. “You held my hand,” they sniffled. Milo’s heart gave a rather fatal thump in his chest. This was it. This was how he died. Heart swelling with affection so grand it popped like a balloon.
