Milo lifted a hand to their face, cupping their cheek in a warm palm. The clank of chains hung between them, brushed against the shirt Xander still wore. Milo’s shirt. “It’s okay,” he said softly. Xander blinked at him. “What?” Their heart sank. “Do it.” Xander’s lips parted, but no sound came out. They couldn’t make their voice work. Resolve glittered darkly in Milo’s gaze, flicking over Xander’s face. “It’s okay if it’s you.” Oh… fuck.
