when: march 16th where: milo’s mansion who: @anseleyman
as much as milo tried to push ansel from his mind over the winter, he seemed to keep returning to their shared days. he tried to pinpoint where everything had gone mwrong, what caused the other to simply drop off the face of the earth. he missed ansel, and that was all there was to it. when his phone buzzed on his nightstand, milo didn’t expect it to be ansel. soon, he found himself inviting his friend over. maybe he didn’t deserve an explanation, but he did miss the man more than he would like to admit.
he found himself pacing around the living room, wondering what any of this meant. no one ever made him this nervous, but then again, he’d never really been ghosted before. if that’s even what you could call it. tensing at the knock at the door, he went to go let ansel in. “hey,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he saw ansel on his porch. even after all these months, it was nice to see him again. stepping aside so ansel could step in, he tried to think of something, anything to say that didn’t sound accusatory. after all, ansel didn’t owe milo anything, right? “so, uh, what have you been up to?” he finally said, a twinge of sadness in his voice.