he took a mug from one of the cabinets and set it on the counter. then moved over to pour some leftover coffee in the coffee maker into his mug.  â  you lot deserve it. â he spoke sincerely, even momentarily looking him in the eyes before focusing back on his drink.  â my life.  â he almost snorts, instead he shook his head. he couldnât imagine miguel would be concerned about what he was doing, considering everything that was happened, but there was no harm in playing along.  â  pretty good. dad wants me to move back. donât know how i feel about that. i feel like iâve grown attached to england already.  â
Miguel picked up his mug, sipping lightly from it. Coffe with soy milk and a bit of sugar, it had always been that in the morning since the day he found out how amazingly coffee tastes. âThanks, man.â He stared at the window, before briefly looking at the other. He actually was curious about Harryâs life, even though they never had the best relationship and Miguel didnât really care about him, he couldnât help but wanting to know how he was doing. âDo what you think itâs better, if you like England, stay there.â










