"You want me to carry you home?" Milo asked, raising his brows with a smile. It wasn't hard to see she was fairly out of it still. Her face showed that she seemed confused, and her stance was wobbly at best. Bending a little, he picked her up swiftly, one arm holding her up, the other under her legs. "Go ahead and throw an arm around my neck, help hold yourself up."<br/><br/>Gazing at her as she laid in his arms, he couldn't help but feel his smile get bigger. While she definitely needed some rest, he could feel himself almost quivering, holding her up, this close. "Been only a couple days and look at us, already leaping into each other's arms." Letting out a little chuckle, he started towards the parking lot. He figured her place would probably be best, considering he imagined she could use a break, and a nice couch to take that break on. "So dove, your place or mine?"<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>It hadn't been too long since he stood on that frozen bridge. The air nipping at him as he walked home solemnly. It'd only been a couple of hours at best. But An Bo felt like he'd died, and lived an eternity's worth of pain in that short, bitter walk. Of all people, he'd should have known better. Being a scholar from such a young age, he knew his rank. He knew it all too well. In the truth of it all, he was but a meager teacher to the young, a pleasant, but meek job. Unlike Tianshou and Zhuiming. No where near Lengxie. Wuqing's place towered so far over his, he should have considered himself lucky to have even the experience. But the fall of getting to be close to her, to see her love ripped away from her, by Taizi. It wasn't real. She couldn't stand the man. But the Taizi's word over his was like a beach compared to a grain of sand. He knew his place, a simple speck of sand.