FREQUENTLY HE FOUND HIMSELF just like this, a surprisingly intimate position for two people that continued to cling to the notion that they were just friends. After all, he had just become a sponsor when he’d met Fish. It was all over then, and maybe, a part of him knew that. Miles could barely take care of himself, and yet, he found a way for the both of them to luck into the one bedroom they had now. A one bedroom, because it was economic, naturally. Honestly, what a shit excuse, but neither one of them questioned it, because it allowed for moments like this.
Fingers danced up the side of Shiloh’s arm, satisfying the constant need to touch him, while Miles lie on his side. Anyone looking in from the outside would have said he was staring, and longingly, but this was normal for the two of them. “I still can’t believe you won’t tell me were the meter is after one ENTIRE dinner.” Dramatics were in the way he spoke and emphasized the words. He was acting, because this would always be his favorite game - it always ended the same, but somehow he never tired of the outcome, not with him. Not where anything was concerned, when the siren was involved. @dxvinechaos