as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
i'll be there to hold your hand
"The fuck ya doin' out in this mess, Milo?" Of course you don't have much of a leg to stand on, given your current placement on a chair in the half-hidden and heavily reinforced shanty, but you're an adult and will die on the high ground afforded to you by age and worldly wisdom or whatever. There's a bottle of whiskey on the table before you, and though your not wearing a coat at the moment yours is behind you on a peg, ready at a moment's notice to pull it on and bust out the door.
Y'know. Be heroic or whatever.
It is a heroism that does not extend to standing up for idiots who are out in the rain for no good reason. Confident that Milo isn't in a state of distress or rushing to report something, you abandon whatever paternal panic rose up in your breast in favor of sinking into your seat and taking a sip from your flask. Passing it toward Milo, you kick out the chair across the table for the kid to sit.
Y'know. Be heroic or whatever.
It is a heroism that does not extend to standing up for idiots who are out in the rain for no good reason. Confident that Milo isn't in a state of distress or rushing to report something, you abandon whatever paternal panic rose up in your breast in favor of sinking into your seat and taking a sip from your flask. Passing it toward Milo, you kick out the chair across the table for the kid to sit.
you're a king and i'm a lionheart
ZEPH
