“Can I tell you something? And you not take offense?” Milo asked, voice soft and private, this moment belonging to them only. Xander pushed thoughts of the hunters away. “Maybe,” they whispered. “I wanna… I want to take care of you,” Milo admitted. “Not because I feel sorry for you, or because I think you need it. But because it's nice to be taken care of. I want to give that to you.” Their breath caught, heavy in their chest and weighed down with the realness of the emotions clogging their throat. “How do you plan to do that?” “Well, first… how tired are you?”
