Broken Boulder milton wants new friends

a childishly pleased feeling settles in him when milton -- melting milton -- compliments his name. it still feels as if he's interacting with the world through a thin layer of cotton, but he'll take the tiny thrill of joy where he can, holding onto it tightly before it dissolves into empty anxiety and somber regret. 

melting milton may be weird as fuck, but delight is starting to warm up to it. as long as he keeps complimenting him anyway. "that's good to hear," he says, "i'm, umglad you like it here so much." he'd probably feel the same if it weren't for all the, y'know. baggage. not that he wants to go anywhere else either; he just doesn't want to exist at all.