"You can go back to your room," Salvatore said, with the same tenderness Milo used to feel when they were alone.
Milo felt he was overreacting whenever he thought Salvatore was being kind to him in certain situations, but he was truly grateful that the man showed him tenderness beyond just training him rigorously.
He stared at Salvatore for quite a while; the man looked back at him with an expressionless gaze, yet at the same time, it managed to draw out the deepest part of Milo's soul and force him to his knees.
There was something about Salvatore that made him want to get on his knees of his own accord.
Milo bowed his head, feeling his heart pound wildly.
He then stood up. "Do you need anything else?"
Salvatore sensed Milo's awkwardness, and it intrigued him. He smiled.
Milo swallowed hard. He felt as if Salvatore's gaze was stripping him bare.
"What is it, Sir?" he asked nervously.
"No, nothing. Go." Salvatore stepped aside to let Milo pass.
