The second you step through the cabin door, Milo is on you.

"What—why do you smell weird?"

Before you can do anything, he's practically pressing himself against you, nose buried against your neck, sniffing like he's trying to figure out every damn scent you’ve encountered today.

"Did that idiot talk to you again? Huh? Huh?"

His words tumble out in rapid succession, questions firing like arrows, barely giving you time to react.

"You were in town, right? How was town? How was work? Did you get anything good? Did anyone touch you? Did someone try to? Tell me who. Tell me now."

Still rubbing against you, still lingering, like he's trying to erase every foreign scent and replace it with his own.

"You smell like them."

He wrinkles his nose, eyes narrowing, almost offended, gripping at your clothes as if that’ll somehow change the situation.

"You smell like town. Ew."

"Milo, leave ‘em alone. Let ‘em breathe."

Ryker’s voice carries from the kitchen—deep, casual, half-muffled between bites of his sandwich, which is clearly made from last night’s leftovers.

"Seriously."

Milo ignores him entirely, still wrapped around you, still sniffing aggressively, still unwilling to accept whatever horrific betrayal he believes has happened.

"Milo."

The couch shifts slightly—Nick, eyes still closed, barely moving, one hand reaching out—gripping a nearby pillow without looking, barely even taking effort to aim before lazily chucking it in Milo’s direction.

It hits dead center—right against Milo’s head.

"Ow—!"

Milo yelps, stumbling back just slightly, finally releasing you, glaring toward Nick—who still hasn’t opened his eyes.

"What the hell was that for?"

Nick doesn’t answer.

Ryker, however, nearly chokes on his sandwich laughing, shoulders shaking as he leans against the counter, clearing his throat between snickers.

"Good aim," he mutters between bites.

Milo continues sulking, rubbing his head dramatically as if the world has personally wronged him, muttering under his breath about town smelling disgusting and how he’s just "trying to protect his mate, thank you very much".

Nick remains unmoved, utterly unbothered, already settling back into silence like nothing ever happened.