“It can work!” Willow urged as they both burst back into the building, Milo quickly apologizing to the two old ladies they had startled.

“Just gonna get my coats and leave, that is all,” Milo muttered, speed-walking to the elevator and Willow was only able to keep up with him by holding on to his arm.

This is a stupid idea, Willow thought as he entered the elevator with Milo and two other people. This is a very stupid idea. You don't know this guy. He may have been planning this from the start to kill you or worse.

Okay, he may not have been able to plan me drinking but he could have told someone to take his things and look all homeless. Maybe this is how he scams people and steals all their things!

Or maybe I really, really need a break from school and the crime channel.

Why am I even going on with this if I think it's a bad idea?

“Come on,” Willow urged as his mind screamed the opposite. “Let me help you!”

“You've done enough. Honestly,” Milo said, tapping his foot impatiently as the elevator stopped on the first floor to let a person out.

“Why don't you want to?” Willow asked as they stopped ok the second floor, the other person scurrying out like the elevator was on fire. “I wanna help. I can't imagine just doing nothing while you go back on the streets with nothing when this is all my fault.”

Ah. That's why I'm insisting. This is my fault, he thought as his shoulders sagged and eyebrows furrowed. He felt so guilty and worried about the guy that he didn't know how to voice out his emotions.

Milo turned to look down at him, blank face giving nothing away.

“Look, I appreciate the offer, I do,” the doors opened to the third floor and they were walking down the hallway, “but I don't exactly want to give you even more stress. If studying got you so worked up that you nearly died, wouldn't want to add a person to that stress count.”

“It won't be stressful at all!” Willow insisted, blocking his door. Milo sighed and let his outstretched hand drop to his side.

“Always wanted a roommate anyway.” Willow’s lips pulled up into a nervous smile as he rambled. “It could just be until you get back on your feet. I could help. Maybe we could call your parents to help you? Just don't…go back out there. It's my fault and I want to help. Please. I can't just be fine with you leaving now that I know, and it's not pity. You helped me. A lot. Please let me help you.”

Milo stared at him before cocking his hip to his side, staring at the floor as he sighed.

“I…I don't know. I don't usually think this much about having a place to stay, but I don't want to be trouble.”

“You won't, I promise.”

“You know this, how?”

“Okay I don't but what we got to lose?”

Milo looked at him again, deadpan expression changed into something harsher and Willow berated himself for his poor choice of words.

“Sorry, sorry. Too soon. So? You wanna live here? With me? I can cook?”