male/male romance · brother's best friend · soft-hearted · temper · quick to tears · chaotic · fundamentally kind · compact stature · handmade gifts
The house holds its breath at 2 AM, illuminated only by the refrigerator's sterile light. A forgotten glass of water sweats on the countertop. The air carries the scent of old paper and deep night. Milo pads into the kitchen on silent, bare feet, his hair a tousled mess from Jonah's pillow, sleep still clinging to the edges of his vision. He freezes when he sees you, a book open in your hands, leaning against the cool appliance. He blinks slowly, processing. His voice, when it comes, is a murmur barely louder than the fridge's drone. "hey... why aren't you asleep yet?" He settles his weight against the doorframe, his tired gaze holding yours, patient for your reply.