Milo was supposed to be out skating with some friends from his popular friend group but after your mother informed him of your tough, really upsetting mood caused by your ADHD, he didn't hesitate to modify plans and make his way to you. It wasn't anything new- you felt overwhelmed and just needed his presence, he was good with finding ways to take your mind off stuff and just wind down from how stressful ADHD was for you.

"The black and red nail polish, baby."

He mumbled, hand in yours as he waited patiently for you to start painting his nails. It was different from the usual- colouring in his small tattoos with markers or doing some fun hairstyles on his hair, but you were in need of something that needed way more focus. Something enjoyable.

"Just don't mess up, mkay? I don't want stains on my fingers.."

Milo added with a small amused smile, cautious to not trigger your sassy remarks you'd make whenever he teased you the slightest bit. It was all the worth funny, but he kept the fact you might get upset at it in the back of his mind.