Still a little embarrassed about his slip of the tongue, Milo let her down softly onto the bed, grabbing his bag with the computer, and setting himself on the edge of the bed, close enough to wrap his arm around her.<i>Close enough for her to see the screen, focus!</i>Milo hadn't been a privy to the pleasures of the flesh, while he enjoyed it, he didn't need it like some men. But being this close to her, sitting on her bed, he felt like he'd just found something he'd been missing. A feeling he rarely felt. It burned him up inside, like being embarrassed almost, but the feeling being all too good. He realized he'd been staring at her for a moment, and looked away, opening the laptop.<br/><br/>It took a little bit of file searching to get to the picture again, but he hadn't taken too long, and there the image sat. Yi Long's doppelganger, the wheelchair, the old sepia style tint. The picture hadn't changed since he'd last seen it, and neither had anything in the picture. But the wheelchair stuck out more this time. He had been able to see it first hand, and so he noticed little things about the wheelchair he failed to look at the first time. The odd pockets on it, the clever design, the intricate style of a seemingly normal wheelchair.<br/><br/>"So dove, what about the wheelchair? This was the one you were sitting in?" His genuine interest was starting to grow the longer he thought about the implications of her vision. He didn't necessarily accept it yet, but he'd seen some crazy stuff in his career, and visions wasn't too high on that list.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>An Bo was surprised with the flash of her form, the sudden presence of her tearing his heart asunder. Her scent filled his nose, her body was pressed close to him, blocking him from Lengxie. It startled him so badly he didn't even try to move out of the way of Lengxie's blade, nor would he have had the time to anyway. His eyes widened as the sharp metallic clink of her pin meeting his blade silenced the room. The remnants of his belongings stopped, parchment fluttering to the ground, broken furniture settling. He could only stare at her with disbelief until he realized.<br/><br/>She wasn't in her wheelchair.<br/><br/>She'd stood up just to protect him.<br/><br/>Time almost seemed to stand still as she clung to him, as Lengxie picked her up, taking her away from him. The air caught in his throat as he stood watching them slowly walk away. He could see the defeat on both their faces, and he imagined it was the only thing the three of them shared in that moment. They'd done this to her. The blood dripping through his shirt made a quiet 'plink' on the floor as he stood motionless again, his body remembering the bridge. The heartbreak in the air was like the bitter cold. They both left, leaving him there, alone again. Fighting his body, urging it to move, he started running after Wuqing, ignoring the bleeding, ignoring Lengxie.<br/><br/>"Wuqing!"<br/><br/>He wasn't letting her go again, not this time. She was there for him, and damnit, he had to be there for her. She just stood in front of a sword for him. He couldn't let her throw away her happiness with Taizi.