Milo picked Otis up like a small child. He carried him all the way to his apartment and placed him on his couch. He gave Otis some of his blankets, and said "Stay here, okay?" He went to go prepare some tea.
"A-Alright...thank you..."
He took a sip of his tea. Now that the excitement had passed, Milo could place Otis's scent-what with his heightened sense of his smell-and it was overwhelming. He smelled like freshly fallen snow and warm baked cookies and peppermint and somehow exactly what he imagined love must smell if love had a scent-he must taste even better...