[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Milo listened to Paige as she talked about how she does what she does, she was showing the signs of that wear she mentioned, as she spoke, the job suited her and she was good at it but there had to always be a balance to it, if you just work a stressful job until you croak, whether you loved it or not you still croak. [color=f26522]"Honestly I admire that, I chose a job that I am passionate about as well, but it is one that lets me channel emotion and creativity in a safer manner, as much as I love excitement I couldn't hold it together doing what you do everyday."[/color] Milo smiled as he spoke, [color=f26522]"I guess that's why we're here, I didn't stick to my guns til you came through, here or in Delta, I guess whether or not either of us are happy about it, it is a good thing we are here. Just hope I can return the favor somehow."[/color] Milo really was grateful, no matter the bad blood he and Paige had held, in this moment she was the best friend he could ask for, she literally put her life on the line helping him, it would be something he would repay.

	Milo was feeling the alcohol hit his system, and the only thing that he could think on at that moment was how he would get his car home, though that may be a task for tomorrow. Milo was smiling still just a small contented smile, he had always been able to make a good time out of nothing, a moment in the storm where he could relax, and he did his best in order to make that happen here, at least for the sake of his overly stressed out police friend. Only time would tell whether or not it did any good for her to hang out with this old vagabond but he enjoyed himself, and if that is the best he gets, that's still not bad.