closed starter with @alcssandro location: just outside of his workshop
milo had been reclusive lately - even more so than usual. he barely slept, hardly ate, and could not be coaxed out of his workshop by any member of the family. he tried to convince himself that all of this was merely to sustain the momentum of his latest creations, yet progress eluded him. this evening found him working oh so carefully on a particularly delicate mechanism, holding his breath as he reached inside to fasten a coupling. his shaking hands slipped and the tip of the tool jammed itself against the fragile bearings underneath, snapping several. with a sharp inhalation he quickly pulled the instrument back out and threw it onto the table in frustration, one hand reaching up to tug painfully at his hair. all right - perhaps he was in need of respite. he rubbed the heel of one hand into his burning eyes, thinking that perhaps it might be wise to at least attempt to sleep. his gaze landed on a familiar figure almost as soon as he had opened the door, and his heart seized with a strange feeling that felt a bit like guilt. "o - oh, good evening, fratello. or - or is it morning....?" he wondered, trailing off as he looked around in search of something that might indicate the time.