He kissed them, because words were next to impossible, and tasted himself on their tongue, drawing his lips to the corner of their mouth and lower until no trace of himself was left. But then a salty drop caught against his tongue and he pulled back, finding their hazel eyes swimming in a pool of tears. “Xander,” he breathed, alarm striking his chest. “What’s wrong, did I—” “No,” they rasped, voice rough. “You didn’t do anything.” But more tears spilled out and they kept coming, and Milo couldn’t do anything but tuck them against his chest and wait for it to end.
