Milo's lips wobbled like he wanted to protest. He even opened his mouth to argue that he never ate medicine, that it was too big, that it would taste awful but when his eyes met Ruby's, he fell silent. He saw how her smile looked stretched thin, how her gaze shimmered with tired love and unspoken fears she tried so hard to bury behind that calm face.
So instead of whining more, Milo shut his mouth, looked down at the capsule in his hand, then back at her. He drew in a tiny breath and gave her a tiny nod, pushing his palm toward her as if hoping she'd make it less scary somehow.
Ruby chuckled softly, leaning forward to kiss his temple. "Good ghost," she murmured.
And Milo just held the bitter pill in his hand, staring at it like it was a dragon he had to fight.. for himself, but mostly for her.