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MILES SHOULD HAVE ALWAYS SEEN THIS FOR WHAT IT WAS. He lived for the smile that Fish was currently wearing. He could, he probably would, write a thousand songs in its name, and yet he still lived in the clueless world of oblivious wonder, somehow. The arm around his shoulder was typical, par for the course. Actually, the only thing that was miss was the one greeting they usually shared, then excused away later. For now, he wouldn’t say anything. Instead, he watched this play out, an amusement sort of snort given to the question about sheer number. Perhaps, it was a pang of shame. “You’re asking that as if I’ve ever passed a proper math class. If I had to guess? At least three fifty.”
There were a thousand thing Miles Atala could think of that were worth it, sure, but none of them would ever hold a candle to Fish. He deserved to be wooed, probably be someone who actually knew how to express their emotions properly, but that didn’t matter. The mere thought of someone else having access to all the tiny, intimate moments they shared in passing, caused a pain in his chest. It didn’t last long, the squeeze at his shoulders bringing him out of it.
To keep his hands busy, and sufficiently off his room mate, he too was picking up a slice. A bite taken from the pizza before he’s laughing at the answer he’s given. “Jokes on you, I was going to have dinner with you either way. Just please, try not to stare at me too much. The candle light does wonders for my features.” HES BEING DRAMATIC NOW, INCLUDING AN OBVIOUS FAKE FLIP OF HIS HAIR.
“It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to put them all out,” he commented, still taken aback by the sheer amount of work that had gone into such a fleeting gesture. Putting down his pizza, he picked one up off the counter and held it at eye level. The flame was so beautiful, it’s intensity flickering in and out but never fading completely. He could understand why there were so many songs written about candles and romance, they made things seem softer - less solid and imposing without overhead lighting.
Acting on impulse, he did something he’d wanted to do since he was a kid - licking two of his fingers and snuffing out the flame between them. It was less satisfying than he thought it’d be and he set it back down in front of him without another thought. “You do look good, devilishly handsome.” his smile returned full force, Fish letting his eyes wander appreciatively over Miles’ familiar features under the guise of a joke.
“Maybe we should just leave it like this all the time.”
