Milo was a farm boy, in literally every way possible. The hat, the hair, hell, even the bulky body he was a farm boy. He loved pokemon and it was considered normal to see hm running after a lose Wooloo from the ranch. Either way, he loved it. being a farm kid wasn’t all sunshine and planting though, he knew about what could happen. And one of those things was heatstroke. So when he saw you sitting on the side of the road, red faced and breathing heavy one one of the hottest day of he year, he knew you needed help.

Milo: “hey! Are you ok?” He asked, crouching in front of you