The Bad Boys Boy

MOOD: DIVE, ED SHEERAN 1. INT. MILO’S [NEW] FLAT, LONDON, ENGLAND - MORNING MILO: “Thank you, really. I’m sorry if I’ve inconvenienced you.” (Places his box on the ground, turning with a shy smile to the unnamed man placing two boxes on the floor opposite from him) CONNOR: “I told you, it’s really no trouble to me. I was on my third cuppa for the morning when I saw you struggling. It’s better I stopped anyways.” (Chuckles, stretches out his arm in front of him, over his head. Places his hands back by his sides. Milo smiles) MILO: “We all have mornings like that. Or at least, I’m certain I’ve had my fair share of them. Though I must admit, I mix it up between tea and coffee during the week. Got to get the caffeine from a more poignant source on the bad days.” (Kicks a few boxes with his feet so they aren’t in the walkway. Connor winces) CONNOR: “My best mate would tell you off for that. He’s a strong tea drinker. Goes at anyone's throat the moment they ask for something besides tea at our place. God forbid said drink asked for is coffee. You’d be done for.” (Both laugh, he shakes his head. It goes quiet. Leans back against the wall behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. Milo’s eyes are downcast) “So what brings you to London then? You sound like your from up around Manchester or summat, yeah?” MILO: (Picks at his nails) “Yeah, yeah I’m from Manchester. Well around. Lived in a small town called Goostrey til’ I was around eight or so. Pretty bland there. Not much around from where I lived. Had to get creative. ” CONNOR: (Nods his head, eyes on Milo) “So then what’s gotten your arse here in London? You a big city lad? Got dreams of touching the stars?” MILO: (Looks up, shaking his head. Small frown painted on his face) “No, no I’m not actually. I’m looking to land a job here at a studio. Well, internship. Hopefully, it’ll turn to a paid position. That is if it goes well.” (He chuckles nervously, eyes darting around the room. Connors's eyebrows raise) CONNOR: “Ah, I’ve got a big shot on my hands then.” (Smirks, teasingly. Milo blushes shakes his head) MILO: “No, no. Definitely not, not a big shot. I’m normal, average, maybe below average Not a big shot. (Shuffles around, flustered. Takes a breath) “I’m the opposite really. Dropped out of University of Manchester third year in. Scraped by for a year after, did work every now and then. My primary income came from being on Costa’s payroll.” (Shakes his head, embarrassed. Tugs the sleeves of his sweater down so the ends are covering his hands) “I, uh, film was my minor. I wanted to major in it but was too afraid, wanted something more stable.” (Tone becoming softer, more reserved) “Then again, wouldn’t have mattered if I did go for a major in it, considering how things ended up.” (Frown deepens. Brings a hand up to run it through his hair. Let’s it drop back down lazily to his side) Such a big shot I am.” (Cheeks still flushed, voice now appearing defeated. Connor frowns, standing up and uncrossing his arms) CONNOR: “That’s not on, mate. Don’t talk yourself up like you’re some failure. I mean, you got yourself out here, didn’t you?” (Takes a step closer to Milo, looking like he wants to do something more, refrains) MILO: “I mean, I sort of am aren’t I? Moved out here to land a job, without even having a degree, let alone a promised internship. A bit s**t, that is. Think I’ve overshot it.” (Ruffles his hair again, teeth tugging at his bottom lip. He slumps down on the boxes behind him, hands in his lap) CONNOR: “Honest, yeah, things may seem a bit s**t when you put it that way.” (Milo winces but doesn’t interject. Shrinks in on himself more, arms coming to wrap around his own torso) “But. I think it’s sick that you’ve come all the way here. Pursuing your dreams. That’s insane. I mean, don’t you think you should at least give yourself some credit? Give yourself a chance?” (Milo looks up, expression now confused. Connor smiles at him) “London’s a big city, mate. I just met you, but I’ll say I think you’ve got a chance.” MILO: (Flushes. Confused but still unable to withhold a sheepish smile due to the compliment) “You’re just being kind. You can’t say that without even looking at my work.” CONNOR: (Raises his eyebrows, almost challengingly, nods nonetheless) “You’re right, I can’t technically give you a speech about how you’ve got a shot when I haven’t seen your work. But. f**k technicalities for a minute. Your character is great. You’re respectful, polite, likable. That’s already one thing going for you. (Milo laughs) MILO: “Pretty sure that doesn’t do me much when it comes to getting a job based on my credibility and skills regarding film.” (Uses his elbows to prop him upright, tapping his fingers against the cardboard) CONNOR: (Scrunches his nose) “I’m getting there if you’d let me finish.” (Milo raises his hands in mock defense. Connor rolls his eyes) “Anyways,” (Sighs dramatically, Milo smiles) “You’re passionate. You moved all the way from Manchester, knowing you don’t have a degree, anything stable to bet on. You’ve got a fire in you for what you do, or what you want to do. Now I could be terribly wrong, but I’m going to bet that you’ve got some sort of talent when it comes to film-making.” (Folds his arms over his chest, raising his eyebrows at Milo) MILO: “Er, thank you. Yeah, Woah. Thank you. That, that really,” (Stands, nervously tugging at his sleeves) “Thank you.” (Smiles at Connor, grateful, shy. There’s a small red tint to his cheeks) CONNOR: (Smiles wider) “Course, mate.” (It goes quiet. Checks his watch) “Shit.” (Milo’s head snaps up to meet his eyes.) MILO: (Eyebrows furrowed, concerned) “You alright?” CONNOR: (Shakes his head, then nods it) “No, yeah. I mean yeah. Sorry about that. Just realized my mate, well roommate, is probably home now. Which means he’s likely destroying all my s**t as we speak. (Winces. Milo smirks, chuckling) “You laugh, but I can assure you. I’m not joking. He’s got a tendency to wreck everything that’s valuable. Particularly of my possession. He’s twenty-four but still acts like a damn teenager.” (Milo frowns) MILO: “Oh, I’m sorry. That’s sort of, that sucks. It’s unfair to you. Have you ever told him to stop?” (Tilts his head in question. Connor snorts, shaking his head quickly) CONNOR: “No, no, sorry. Don’t get the wrong impression. I love him. We’ve known each other since we were in nappies. He’s just messy as f**k and likes to piss me off. It’s nothing you should be worried about.” (Milo’s face relaxes, and he nods) MILO: “Oh, right.” (Nods again) “Yeah.” (Connor shuffles around, before sighing) CONNOR: “Well, I should probably get back to him, then.” (Stays still, eyes on Milo. Milo hums in agreement) MILO: “Yeah. Yeah, you should, you know. Leave.” (Connors eyes widen, he lets out a short laugh. MIlo’s eyes widen, mouth opening and closing once, twice) “I mean, to make sure your things are still intact. I didn’t mean to sound like a prick, sorry. I don’t think, sometimes, before I say things. They just come out, like that, yeah. I didn’t, yeah, sorry.” (Winces. Connor waves him off) CONNOR: “I know what you mean. Don’t get worked up over it.” (Milo lets out a relieved breath and nods. Both men stand, the air quiet) “You know, normally when people leave, they use the door to you know, exit.” (Motions to the door with his head. Milo turns around and then whips his head back, flushed. An embarrassed smile painted across his face) MILO: “Oh, oh. Yeah, sorry. I-I, I didn’t, yeah. Here.” (Scrambles to move out of the way, knocking into a box in the process, stabling it before it falls. He turns back to face Connor) “Sorry, I don’t know what’s, I, sorry.” (Wraps his hands around his torso, training his eyes to the ground) CONNOR: (Smiles. Walks past Milo towards the door, opens it and steps across the threshold. He turns around) “Really, calm down. You’re fine. You didn’t realize. We all make mistakes, don’t we?” (Milo nods, not looking up, still flustered. Connor laughs) “Well, I’m Connor, by the way. It was fun lugging your boxes to your new flat with you. Quality neighbor bonding. Saved me from having to come over with a s**t welcome basket to become acquaintanced.” (They both laugh, Milo looking up) MILO: “I’m Milo.” (Smiles, stretching out a hand. Connor takes it, they shake and then release) “Thank you, again. For helping with my boxes and, and talking to me.” (Smile is sheepish) CONNOR: “Course, course. We’ve already been over this, no need to thank me again.” (Milo nods quickly, eyes still trained on the ground. Connor chuckles) “You were nice to hang around. Always nice to see a new face, yeah?” MILO: “Yeah, always nice to encounter a welcoming one that’s for sure.” (Shuffles awkwardly, Connor now leaning against the door frame, right hand in his front pocket and left arm bracing him) CONNOR: “Well, lest it’s just me who's seen the potential in this friendship, I think it’d be nice to have you over sometime in the near future. I think my best mate would like you. (Milo nods, smile brighter now, one which Connor returns) MILO: “I saw it to yeah, the potential for us to be,” (Uses his pointer finger to motion between the two of them) “For us to be like, proper mates, in the future. Christ, I hope I’m not being too forward. I just, nervous, new city, sort of alone. Sort of desperately in need of friends. Not that I wouldn’t be your friend if I weren’t desperate, just..” (Trails off, Connor snickering quietly, Milo flushing) CONNOR: “Well, potential proper mate, I’ll see you, what. Let’s make it tonight yeah? Six or so. I can throw you a big welcome party. Party of three. My place, how does that sound?” (Milo’s face lights up, he’d practically beaming at this point) MILO: “Yeah! Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you. For being so kind.” (Connor just reaches out his hand, Milo takes it and they shake again) “Well, I’ll see you tonight then?” CONNOR: (Nods, pulling his hand back and shoving it in his front pocket, Milo dropping his to his side) “Sounds about right. My flats at the end of the hall. Last door on the right.” MILO: “Alright. Last door on the right. I’ll see you at six.” (Takes a step back, hand now on the open door. Connor steps further into the hall as well) “Thank you again, for everything. I’ll, I can bring a cake or something.” CONNOR: (Laughs, shaking his head. Turns, looks over his shoulder to make eye contact with Milo) “A cake isn’t a requirement. Though my mate quite fancies sweets, so if you want to bribe your way onto his good side, have at it.” (Smiles at Milo one last time, turns and begins to make his way down the hall) “Six! I’ll be waiting!” MILO: (Watches Connor until he gets midway down the floor hall, deciding to finally close the door. Smiles at nothing, stands there for a minute, before looking around. Sighs, making his way towards the mass of boxes piled up, grabbing one off the top) “Six. I’ll be there.” (Mumbles quietly to the air as he peels back the packing tape used to seal the cardboard box) 2. INT. MILO’S FLAT, LONDON, ENGLAND - DAY [ON THE PHONE] MILO: “Yes, mum, I got here safe.” (Laying across his settee, legs spilling over the side, head resting on the middle cushion) ANNE: “Are you sure you don’t need me to come down there? I can get a flight by tomorrow evening. I’ll stay for a week. As long as you need.” (Rolls his eyes, smiling brighter) MILO: “Mum, I’m twenty-two. I am fully capable of handling myself. I’m a man. Manly man. All grown up. Muscles and manly. That’s me.” (Beaming, teeth on full display. Giggles quietly to himself) ANNE: “Right, how could I forget.” (Snorts on the other side of the phone, Milo laughs) MILO: “That’s what I thought.” (Anne laughs) “Though truly mum, I’m getting by alright. You don’t have to worry too much about me. ANNE: (Sighs) “You’re my baby. Of course, I’m going to worry about you.” MILO: “I know. And I love you for that. I love how much you care. But. I don’t want you to stress yourself out too much, yeah? I promise you. I’ve, I’ve already even met someone?” (Anne gasps) ANNE: “Met someone, met, as in, you’ve met a boy?” (Rolls his eyes, huffing) MILO: “No, no. Not a boy. Well, yes he is a boy, but a straight one at that. And even if my assumptions are wrong, he’s not my type.” (Anne makes a disgruntled sound) ANNE: “When are you going to be ready to find someone, Milo. No one’s met your standards for years now. Now I’m not trying to push anything on you, and surely you have time to figure things out. I’m just curious. Yeah?” MILO: (Sighs, sitting up, leaning the weight of his back against the settee cushions) “I just haven’t found anyone yet mum.” (Picks at the pieces of lint scattered across his sweater) ANNE: (Cooes softly) “And that’s alright, Milo. As I said, you’ve got plenty of time to work these small details out. I’m sorry I brought it up, it’s not my place to say anything. Wait as long as you need.” MILO: “Thank you, mum. It’s just…” (Takes a breath, composing himself) “Relationships are hard in general. Even harder to find the right one. Or a one. And it’s even harder for me, by default. It’s just a lot. It’s different.” (Frowns, leaning forward and bracing his weight now with his left elbow laying across his knee) ANNE: (Sniffles quietly, once) “I understand, baby. I get why you’re taking your time. But. Know you don’t ever owe me an explanation regarding your romantic life. If you haven’t found anyone, that’s alright. Whether you were truly looking or not is up to you, but you’ve got your reasons for either. I trust your judgment. I trust you. I know you’re going to do quite well where you are.” (Smiles, tense shoulders begin to relax back to their natural position) MILO: “That-” (Shaking his head) “I love you. Thank you.” ANNE: “For what, love?” (Wipes his eyes softly with the back of his hand, half-covered by his sweater still) MILO: (Shuts eyes, sinking further into the couch) “For loving me. Not just accepting me, not just tolerating me. For loving me.” ANNE: (Sighing softly) “How many years have I been telling you, that’s not something you have to thank me for. Since you were eleven, yeah?” (They both laugh softly, Milo sniffling a few times. Wiping tears and his running nose on the arm of his sweater) MILO: (Sitting up so his back’s not supported by the settee, ruffling his hair. He smiles) “Yeah.” ANNE: “Try listening this time.” (Hums noncommittally) “Anywho. I should probably let you go then, shouldn't I? My man of a son has got friends to attend to, all grown up and moved away.” (Emotion seeping through her tone, despite the mocking attempt) MILO: “I’ll always be your baby, mum.” (Tone is shy, cheeks flushing) ANNE: “No matter how big you get. You’ll always be my baby boy.” (Milo nods his head) MILO: “Course.” (Pauses) “I love you, mum.” ANNE: “I love you too, Milo.” (Grinning) “Phone me later then. Don’t forget about me, yeah?” MILO: (Frowns, pinching the material of his pants between his fingers) “Don’t say that. I could never forget about you.” (Anne laughs quietly) “I’ll ring you in the morning. Going to-the guy I told you about?-yeah, his flat. He invited me over to get to know him and his best mate. They live together, just down the hall from me. Don’t know how late I’ll be out.” (Pauses) “That sound alright?” ANNE: “That’s more than alright, Milo. Don’t let me hold you any longer. I’m glad you’re getting to know new people. Told you, you fit right in there.” (Chuckles) “Ring around eight or so. Mike’s coming over for breakfast around then, so he’ll be here too.” MILO: “Alright! I’ll talk to you come morning then. I miss you already. I love you, mum.” ANNE: “I love you too. Talk to you later then. Have a nice time tonight.” (Ends the call) Milo sighs, tossing his phone beside him on the settee cushion. Runs a hand over his face, through his hair. Let’s his fingers grip the roots for a second before releasing and standing up, hands falling by his sides. Looks around his partially unpacked flat, a few untouched boxes left in the corner close to the right of the foyer. Sighing, shaking his head, turning left and walking towards the hall entrance. Turns, walking down the short hallway, passing the first door to his left. He turns right into the second doorway, entering his decently-sized room. The bed has a duvet and sheets folded and in the corner at the bottom, all white. There’s symmetrical bedside tables, both dusty white colour. They’re already personalized; the one on the right holds a photo of him and his sister, a clear vase of daisies and a pen. The one on the left holds two photos, one of him and his mum and one of the three of them all together. It has a stack of six books, all neatly lined up and a journal. The window draws light into the room, overlooking a quiet park, half-open. Takes a few steps and stops in front of the pile of boxes in the middle of the room. All opened, but the belongings of them still remain. He gets down on his knees in front of the first box, opening it entirely. MILO: “Might as well finish up then.” (Sighs, reaching in to grab the first item) 3. INT. OUTSIDE OF [FRONT OF] CONNOR AND XAVIER’S FLAT, LONDON, ENGLAND - EVENING [SIX PM] Milo shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot. Holds a container with both of his hands, the bottom white and top clear showcasing the prettily iced cupcakes. Takes his left hand out from under the platter, runs it through his hair. Sighs frustratedly and shakes his head roughly. Shuts his eyes, takes a breath, then takes a final step forward. Raises his left hand up, hesitating for a second in the air before he knocks four times. Winces at the loud noise. Stands back, placing his hand back under the cupcake container. His breaths are heavier than normal. There’s a rustling on the other side of the door, muffled shouts can be heard. His eyes are glued to the door handle, staying there as it begins to turn. The door opens. CONNOR: (Beaming at Milo) “Milo! You made it mate. Come in then.” (Immediately steps to the side, using one door to keep the door open and the other stays at his side. Milo smiles sheepishly, eyes trained on the floor as he walks through the doorway into the flat. Xavier shuts the door behind them and moves one hand to rest on Milo’s shoulder “Right, so my roommate's just in the main room. He’s being a bit of a prick right now though, had a rough day of sorts.” MILO: (Frowns) “Are you certain it’s a good idea I’m here, then? I don’t want to impose or any of that. We could always reschedule if you wanted. Not that we’d have to, like, you can just…” (Trails off, Connor smiling even wider at him now with his head shaking) CONNOR: “It’s more than okay that you’re here. I want you here, so the b***h inside is just going to have to deal with that. Politely.” (Shouts the last half of his sentence) MILO: (Slight blush on his cheeks) “Oh, uh, alright. Yeah.” (Connor nods before he starts leading them out of the foyer, heading towards the left) “Thank you again for inviting me over. I made cupcakes, I know you said your friend likes sweets, so, yeah.” (Takes a breath. Connor cheers) CONNOR: “Mental. Here, I’ll take these,” (Reaches out his hands towards the container in Milo’s hand. Milo hands it over to him quickly, slipping his hands into the front of his jumper) “You can wait for me in the other room. Feel free to explore the place or summat, I don’t mind. Want a beer? Water? Tea?” (Grins, teeth on display) “Coffee.” (Milo chuckles, shaking his head) XAVIER: “I f*****g swear, mate, if you make coffee right now I’ll kick your arse out on the street for the night. I’m already at my brim with how s**t my days been, I can’t handle the stench of coffee on top of that. You’re proper asking for me to lose it.” (Calls out to Connor from the other room, seated on the settee, body draped all the way across) CONNOR: (Smiles wider) “Oi! stop with your f*****g dramatics. You’re such a s**t sometimes. You’ll survive.” (A thump rings in the air, Milo looks to his left to see the edge of a pillow peeking out from around the wall. Connor rolls his eyes) “Real mature there. Pick that s**t up, those are new pillows!” (Runs a hand down his face, sighing and shaking his head. There’s shuffling from the other side of the wall, and a light brown-haired man emerges from behind it. He bends down and picks up the pillow, and huffs once he’s stood upright. He shakes his head, then reaches up to move his fringe around) XAVIER: “Suck a c**k, why don’t you?” (Glaring at Connor, disregarding Milo’s presence) CONNOR: “I’d rather not. How about you do that, yeah?” (Teasing, the man just shakes his head. He turns to face Milo, who’s got his eyes locked on the floor) XAVIER: “How about he does it?” (He keeps his focus on Milo as Connor chuckles) CONNOR: “Milo?” (Milo’s head snaps up immediately. His eyes meet Xaviers, who still has his gaze fixated on him.) MILO: “Me?” (Eyes wide, lips parted in a flustered state) XAVIER: (Nods, eyes thinning so he’s almost glaring at Milo) “Yeah, you. Not quite sure who else I’d be talking to.” MILO: (Taking a shaky breath) “I don’t, I…” (Trails off, shaking his head in a jerky manner, eyebrows pulling together) “No. I mean, I-I,” (Flutters his eyes back and forth between the floor and Xavier) XAVIER: (Scoffing) “What, mate? Got a problem with sucking c**k?” (Connor sighs, shaking his head) CONNOR: “Xavier, quit.” (Xavier raises a hand up, silencing him. Tension heavy between the three men) XAVIER: “Well out with it then. Come on. Does it make you uncomfortable? Make you want to gag? You think it’s wrong for men to suck other men off, that it?” (Tone heavy, sharp. Glare cold, narrowed at Milo who is almost shaking now) MILO: (Playing with his fingers, unclasping and clasping his hands nervously. He bites his bottom lip harshly, then shakes his head) “No, uh,” (Clears his throat) “No that’s not it.” (Barely audible. Takes a shaky breath. Xavier scoffs again) XAVIER: “Please. At least try to sound convincing. And maybe look me in the eyes next time around.” (Connor takes a step towards the two, but keeps a bit of distance) CONNOR: (Runs a hand through his hair, letting his hand rest on top of his head) “Is this necessary, Xavier? He came over so we could get to know him, no need to pull some heavy s**t on him like this. Just leave it alone, yeah?” XAVIER: (Shaking his head) “No, not yeah. I’m getting to know him, aren’t I? I’m just curious as to what Milo has against men sucking other men's cocks.” (Connor lets out a disgruntled sound) MILO: “I don’t have anything against it! I swear, I swear I don’t. I like it, like I do it. I don’t, I’m not against it. There’s not a single part of me that thinks it’s wrong, at all. I swear.” (Eyes are locked with Xavier’s, almost pleading. It goes quiet) XAVIER: “You like to suck other guys c***s?” (Raises his eyebrows, Milo’s eyes immediately going wide) MILO: (Opens and closes mouth a few times) “I-I,” (He pauses, taking a breath to compose himself. Swallows harshly) “That’s not, uh, that’s not what I meant, like, it’s not what I meant. Well, it is, but not, it’s not like that. I didn’t mean it like that.” (Face is beating red) XAVIER: (Sighs, dramatically. Places his hands on his hips) “Mate, be a bit more clear here. You don’t like sucking c**k? You do like sucking c**k? It can’t be both at the same time, just choose one. Not exactly brain surgery or summat. Get to the point.” CONNOR: “Milo, you don’t have to answer that, alright? Xavier can be a bit forward at times, but he doesn’t mean any harm by it.” (Shooting Xavier a pointed look) “Isn’t that right, Xavier.” XAVIER: (Standing up straighter) “Actually, I do mean something by it. I don’t offer anything I’m associated with to homophobic people, believe it or not. I really would like you to be more clear with your words, Milo, so we can straighten this all out and move on with our lives. MILO: (Eyes focused on his shoes, hands squeezing tightly together) “I, uhm, I,” (Takes a breath, chest shuddering) “I’m gay.” (Swallows, room falling scarily silent) “Yeah, I, yeah. I’m gay, so…” (Trails off, voice cracking. Unlocks his hands in order to reach his right one up-fingers tucked into his jumper sleeve-and wipes at his eyes. Then under his nose. Shoves both of his hands into his jumper pockets, not moving his gaze from the floor) “Thank you for inviting me over, but, I just realized I’ve got some things to take care of. I-I think I’m going to head out.” (Tone is barely audible. Turns away from the two men, quickly walking towards the front of the flat) CONNOR: “Milo! Hold on, you don’t,” (Jogging after him, exiting the flat and sees Milo halfway down the hall already) “You don’t have to go leave, Milo. If anything Xavier should be the one leaving, he’s the one being a piece of s**t. That wasn’t fair of him, back there. I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner.” (Milo stops in the hall, nodding and tuning around halfway, head facing the floor) “You can come back if you’d like?” MILO: (Shaking his head, looks up briefly and forces a smile at Connor before returning to his previous position) “No, that’s alright. I think it’s just better for me to go back now. I have things to deal with anyways, just…” (Frowning) “Thank you anyways.” CONNOR: (Frowns, shoulders slumping) “I get it, yeah. Well, I understand at least. I’m really sorry about how tonight played out. It was s**t, you didn’t deserve it, you don’t.” (Sighs) “How about you come around tomorrow? I swear Xavier’s not normally a prick. Well, he is, but not once you get to know him. He’s just closed off. Protective. One of his younger sisters is lesbian, so the whole homophobic thing really hits close to home. f***s him up a bunch. Some s**t happened growing up, he doesn’t tolerate it. I promise he didn’t mean to target you. Or force you to come out to us.” (Milo shakes his head) MILO: “I’m out.” (Connor raises his eyebrows) “It’s, I am. Sort of. To certain people at least.” (Sighs, looking down again) “It’s hard.” CONNOR: (Nodding) “It seems like you’re sorry about that. Don’t be sorry. I can understand how that can be hard. I know I’ll never be able to fully, but..” (Shakes his head) “You don’t owe it to anyone. Your sexuality is your own. If you want people to know, that’s okay. If you don’t want people to know, that’s okay too. It’s all up to you.” (Milo nods his head, smiling softly. Connor smiles) “I really do want to get to know you, though. How about a makeup breakfast tomorrow? If you’re up for it.” MILO: “That would be nice, yeah.” (Shuffling around, bringing his red eyes up to meet Connor’s) CONNOR: (Beaming) “Yes! Okay, come over around nine then? What do you like to eat in the mornings?” MILO: (Shrugs) “I’ll have whatever. I’m easy.” CONNOR: “Full English? Or are you against those.” (Milo shakes his head, standing upright so his eyes are level with Connor) MILO: “English breakfasts are f*****g fantastic.” (Connor chuckles) CONNOR: “Full English it is then.” (Milo nods, smiling) MILO: “I could help you make it if you’d like. I love cooking, and I know it can be a lot.” (Connor nods) CONNOR: “That’d be great, actually. Thanks.” (Milo’s eyes flicker around the hallway) “I’ll see you in the morning then? Nine?” MILO: (Nodding) “Yeah, yeah. Nine, see you then.” (Xavier turns to head back to his flat, Milo does the same. Then pauses and looks back over his shoulder) “Goodnight, Connor. Thank you again for inviting me.” (Connor stops) CONNOR: “No thank you’s necessary. What are potential proper mates for?” (They both laugh) “Night then, Milo. Sleep well. See you in the morning.” (Turns back around, making his way back into his flat and shutting the door behind him) MILO: (Hesitates, then turns as well and begins to make his way back to his flat) “See you in the morning.” Milo smiles, taking his key out of his jumper pocket and turning the handle upwards, unlocking it swiftly. Pauses in the doorway, taking one last look down the hall before shaking his head, smiling. Walks inside and shuts the door behind him.