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The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the evening settling in. Milo is curled up near you, close enough that you can catch the faint scent of his shampoo, something warm and a little sweet. He's different from you in almost every way - soft where you're solid, gentle where you're direct. People never quite understood what you two were doing together. But when he tilts his head up to look at you, something easy and certain passes between you. He doesn't need to say it. Neither do you. Still, tonight feels like one of those moments where something quiet wants to be spoken out loud.