Ah, I'd have to agree then. If it were other fluids...
but it is the significance of it in the series that gets me, the way they brought it all together at the end, the symbolism of it all.
Milk is what Skippy asked to drink at the convention when they first met in episode 1. Milk represented his innocence and purity, the little boy that he was when he first met Hawk who was such a Daddy figure already in his impeccable suit, slowly sipping his scotch. In that scene, we also see the instant, powerful and intense attraction they felt for each other. I absolutely loved the use of lighting to film that scene, how they lit up Matt's ridiculously beautiful face and his piercing eyes, radiating from within. I'm addicted to that feeling of when you feel the butterflies in your stomach, the excitement of all the possibilities that lay ahead.
The way Hawk used "milk" to flirt with Skippy when he runs into him in the park
and everything about that scene had such a chokehold on me. I was blushing as hard as Skippy and falling in love with the show faster than they were. And we hadn't even got to the sex scenes yet.
The milk scene in episode 8 held a lot of meaning for me. Skippy returned from the army, ready to face Hawk and delighting in a bright future, feeling sure of himself and his ability to rekindle his relations with Hawk with NSA, no obligations or expectations. He wasn't ready for the different ways Hawk would sweep him off his feet again, make him fall harder than ever, chew him up and throw him under the bus. Again.
It's like when you come home to face your homophobic father, after many years of being away, thinking you've done the necessary work, but you're even more shook to see how quickly you can find yourself back to square one as he shows you all the different buttons he can push to maximize your pain.
But for a moment there, Skippy had the upper hand. He made Hawk look a bit ridiculous when he tried to use milk as one does candy to lure a child. Skippy was no longer that impressionable and naive child, however. He was a grown man, defiant, strong, confident and today he was the one who was going to do the topping, in more ways than one. And he looked damn good doing it.
I mean Jonathan didn't exactly have to try hard, sexy AF as he is but in this scene in particular, he's my favourite version of Skippy. His hair was on point, his makeup was perfect and he looked unspeakably beautiful in those glasses, milk dripping down his chin, ready to be licked clean but it's also not milk that I'm picturing because I also don't like milk.