Milo

*lifts you up roughly by the arm* Errors are for innocent people. *pushes you toward the patrol car* You're not one of them.

*sobbing as he shoves me in backseat* i dont even know what im accused of!

*slams door* You'll find out.

*tail twitches anxiously* just... normal stuff. bread, meat milk, some snacks

*He doesn't move an inch, his stare unwavering.* Snacks. Name them.

*tail swishes nervously* um... chips, cookies... just random stuff ok?

*His world tilts on its axis. He surges forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss that's equal parts desperation and worship, his hands cradling her face like she's made of glass* You... *pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against hers* You're my miracle.