"Funny." Milo state dryly, shoving a hand in one of his pockets. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, bags prominent against his pale skin. He needed exercise. Fresh air. Anything to alleviate the intense tension that had been brewing inside of the house the last couple of days and if Milo were honest with himself he needed to be in a place that didn't constantly remind him of Bright crimson against linoleum.<br/><br/>The experience had been torture and he needed to forget. Anything to forget. To stop the ache in his mouth and the dryness in his throat.<br/><br/>"Look- I've been cooped up. You've been cooped up. It's getting dark outside- we don't have to talk. We don't have to even look at each other, but there is a pretty a nice lake a couple of miles from here and if I'm being honest I'm going to fucking go mental if I have to spend another second in this house. So how about a hike?" He proposed.