Hello, Dan Cain? This is Agent Milton Dammers of the FBI. I tried to contact your "associate", Mr. Herbert West, though I had no such successful visit. I would like to ask you a few questions about the incident in the morgue at Miskatonic University.
Uh. Uh, sure! Sure, I’m… open to that, uh…
Wow, the FBI, huh? I thought the Miskatonic Massacre case was closed. I mean, I don’t have anything new to add. I mean. Um.
I’m sorry, have we met before? You just look really familiar and I can’t place it. I hope that’s not… an impertinent question, I’m sorry, I’ve never actually dealt with an actual FBI agent before.
His eyes flutter open to Milton’s slack face beside his own on the pillow. Their arms entwine around each other like ivy vines. Jude smiles. Milton is so warm. He curls into the arms surrounding him, nuzzling into the soft skin of the older man’s neck.
“Good morning handsome” he whispers before laying a gentle kiss in the crook of Milton’s neck.
His hands travel downwards to caress Milton’s sides.