“i don’t sleep much,” milo gave a little shrug with his shoulder. it was true. the carefree boy had grown into a man whose choices and life haunted him at all hours of the night ,, giving himself to subconsciousness seemed wholly inappropriate. dipping further into himself and his mind was terrifying enough to keep him lucid. “besides ,, i’d always choose time with you over sleep,” milo added with a little smirk, trying to lighten the mood. no matter how many years soaked with or without each others’ presence passed them by ,, milo would always feel the inherent need to protect her, even from the harmless awkwardness that enveloped them now. having their son was reason enough for them to see each other often, but to actually share space ,, in a house brimming with memories and emotions and ghosts of their pasts ,, it was another level. “you think the rumors are true?” milo asked, shifting subjects. “this place has ghosts or whatever?”
a gentle smile grows on her lips. tone of his voice doing exactly what she had hoped, clearing the air that silence between them didn’t mean another fight was boiling in the air, not another discussion cooking up. no. they could just sit together in peace. liv just had to get used to that again. “charmer.” brunette nods though, she feels the same. it’s a relief when he changes the subject, gives their little talk an actual direction. anything to stay as far away as possible from the topic of babies and pregnancy. it was not the right time. not the right place. maybe it would never be. maybe he would never know. or not of the possibility that it could be he. possibility or guarantee ... “i hope they’re not ture.” olivia rests her elbows on the table now, picking up the mug with the tea to warm her fingers on it. “i’m not made to fight ghosts. if a spirit visits me at night i might just ... surrender.” laughter falls from her lips before she returns to the conversation. “do you? did you pick up on anything yet?”
