MILO IS UNSURE OF WHAT he should have said. Something, certainly, but what specifically is beyond the confines of his understanding. He expected this welcome would only be warm if she intended to burn him alive during it, but it didn’t matter. He was the moth, and she the flame. That had not changed despite his mission, despite doing what he had to do to make sure he could find his way here, through all the bullshit that lie in the path of destruction behind him. He knocks on the door, her door. He’d already tried the bakery, but she wasn’t there. This was better said, and done in private, anyway. A hand is held up like a white flag the minute she answers the door. “Let me explain, then decide if you liked me better extra crispy.” He joked, but he knew very little about this would ever be funny. @sacrilvgious
