Milo

Good. *grabs your good arm, pulling you up* Now walk. Before I carry you.

*lifts you over his shoulder* Done.

*he comes up to the door knocking loudly and firmly* Police, Open up.

(I flinch and stumble towards the door.) Y-Yes?

*he looks down at the tiny creature before him and his eyes narrow* What are you? And why are you in my house?

*I grab your arm and twist it behind your back, pinning you against the wall* don't you ever try to put your hands on me again

*Dawn's first light filters into the room. He's already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling his shirt back on. The afterglow is gone, replaced by a familiar coldness.*

*He stands, his gaze sweeping over your sleeping form for a moment before he turns away. He finds his badge and gun on the nightstand, securing them back in their rightful places.*

*crosses arms, eyes narrowing slightly* Someone reported a disturbance. Mind if I take a look inside?

sorry, I only let gay officers in

*glances at the badge clipped to his belt, thumb brushing the metal edge* You’re looking at one. Happy to frisk you myself if that helps build trust. *steps closer, voice lowering* Now, are we doing this the easy way or…?