As the days wore on Milo found himself pushed into doing more and more. Robert was attentive, but refused to mollycoddle him and made him do as much as he could. At first he hated him for it, but gradually realised that he felt more alive than he ever had. The sun continued to shine, allowing them to go into the grounds and seek out warm, secluded spots and indulge in the most hedonistic of pleasures, but not only that, they talked. They talked endlessly about anything and everything. Robert was incredibly knowledgeable and wildly funny to boot, and they walked, well, Robert walked and he wheeled himself alongside. He found places in his home that he never knew were there, and eventually the feeling that he was somehow broken inside began to fade a little. He couldn’t, however, quite quell
