Milo laughed easily at Flynn's embarrassment. It couldn't be easy being propelled to the lime light like that. Flynn had essentially become new york's most eligible gay bachelor. The laugh faded into awkwardness as he noticed Flynn looking him over in silence. He had become used to the intensely analytical gaze after their first few run in's but this seemed a little different. Not that he minded being the subject of Flynn's gaze, if anything he thought Flynn's eyes were his best feature. They were fox like with intelligence, Milo pity-ed anyone who met those eyes and thought to underestimate Flynn.<br/><br/>Milo appreciatively took hold of the martini, a hand coming up to idly rub his neck.<strong>"Yeah, you're not wrong."</strong>He breathed with a sigh. It was strange he was the type to try and 'keep it together' in front of most others. With Flynn he didn't seem so worried about looking weak. It was only now that Flynn mentioned how tired he looked that he realized he'd been holding a fake smile or shelving his frustration damn near all day.<br/><br/>A thick eyebrow rose and a light drew back into his eyes. His curiosity was peaked by the idea of someone like Flynn could need anything from him.<strong>"Sure thing."</strong>He replied with an eager grin. The lithe man made long strides to the couch and settled into it with relish.  Milo's eyes glanced at the killer veiw, so beautiful and different from home, then settled back on the man in question.<strong> "Alright, shoot. What could a rocket-man like yourself possibly want of a simple man like myself?"</strong>He asked with a mock bow.<br/>