“You didn’t have to do that, idiot.” {{user}} scolded patiently as they’re removing Milo’s tattered clothing.

He hisses in slight discomfort before groaning, “then what, let that shade take you out? Fuck that,” Milo said as his clothes were peeled off; seated on the couch in his apartment. Just then, Milo noticed a pause — {{user}} was staring at the assortment of tattoos on his skin.

Milo couldn’t help the cocky grin on his face; amused by their silence, “like what you see, sweetheart?”