“wow, you nearly did abandon the rest of us. and here i was thinking i was being funny.” miles fakes surprise and gently nudges her side. he doesn’t blame her. he thinks about leaving all the time, but this isn’t like real life at all he can’t pack up and go whenever he feels like it only to come back months later like nothing has happened. not without a good reason, and he doesn’t give those out too often. “you heard about fashion week?” cheeks flushed, miles pushes his hair back from his forehead. it wasn’t his first one, but it was the first he’d ever walked. “there must’ve been a lot if it’s lasted six seasons.“ he thinks aloud, blinking at her. “no, not a lot’s happened. i mean, there’s drama and everything, but it’s kinda…same old same old, you know?”
“I could lie to you, but honestly the idea becomes a little more appealing day by day.” Scarlett shrugged, her smile still in place. “I’ve been here since season two and I can’t help but wonder if I actually still enjoy it or if it’s just habit at this point.” She told him honestly. Once upon a time she missed every second she wasn’t in the house, it had become the first place she’d though of as home in her whole life, a constant in a world full of anything but. These days though, it had started to feel suffocating and if it wasn’t for a few select people, she knew she’d say goodbye for good. “Of course I did.” The blonde confirmed, her smile only growing at his flushed cheeks. “My stylist didn’t stop raving about you, I think she was a little jealous you weren’t wearing her designs actually.” She grinned. “Yeah, I get that.” She sighed, “I mean, the fact it’s been a little quieter as of late is both a blessing and a curse, the drama that used to happen around her broke up the boredom a bit.”