[PTL Game] reese, same/milo.. our places

[m_morgan]

OM: Milo looked to the phone apprehensively. Then nodded and took it, he wasn't too badly drunk that you could tell by voice. Though he shouldn't be driving anytime soon.   "Hello.. Marissa? It's Milo.. your father..." He said as if it was to himself and not Marissa.     NM: Marissa swallowed once and gripped the dish towel tighter and wrung it a little, not noticing the marks showing up on it as she kept looking over at Sam and trying to stay... well, calm.   "H.. hi.. uh, hello." she said, not sure what to say at this point.  Then she mentally chided herself.  With everything she had done; work, experience and everything else... she needed to get a grip!   She closed her eyes and put her forehead against the cool blond-wooded cabinet before her before starting again.   "I guess it's safe to assume you know about me... and mom?" she asked before adding quietly "I'm sorry you didn't get to talk to her.. before she died.  The.. the lawyer said she had sent you the letter about me - almost a week before..."   Which meant Sara was going to tell Milo about his daughter before her death, which was, in its own way, tragic.   She reached over to the sink and ran the cold water, just barely dropping the towel and letting the water run over her hands before turning off the tap and picking the towel back up.   She looked back at Sam and chewed her bottom lip before adding just as quietly "I'm not sure what to say now..... Sounds strange doesn't it?  Find out you have a father after all this time, have questions running around in my head and I don't know what to say..."   And she realized she was rambling and so stopped, giving Milo a chance to speak up.