Milo laid flat out on his bed, cupping his hands behind his head he tracked a small bug scampering across the ceiling. In front of him, Eliza sat with her hands nestled between her thighs, carefully watching Milo's every move. Of course, she wouldn't sit without her usual order.
"Anyway …", Milo sighed and lifted his head slightly, "Why exactly are you here, Ray?".
Milo eyes darted to the far side of the room where Ray sat, staring out of the window at the ground below. He slowly turned, crossing his legs and a smirk emerging on his lips.
"What? Am I not allowed?".
"No its not that", Milo replied, watching Ray stand and start sifting through the draws.
