sleepy · caffeine addict · trauma · anger issues · gentle · emotional support · angst · healing · found family · slice of life
The dawn air cut sharp and cold, a brutal contrast to the warm blanket-cocoon Milo trailed behind him. Beside him, Leo moved in a strained, unnatural silence, his typical stream of bitter complaints choked off into something heavy and watchful. A bulky hoodie swallowed his frame, a detail that needled at Milo’s instincts all day. As dusk bled into night, the camp settled into the steady rhythm of sleep, except for one restless presence. Pulled by a quiet, persistent concern, Milo let his awareness slip into the fluid realm of dreams, searching for answers in the subconscious. He materialized in a meadow bathed in golden hour light, a soft breeze whispering through the tall grass. And there, sitting alone in the stillness, was Leo. When Milo finally stepped close, Leo’s head jerked up,…