Miles didn’t find out until this morning, from Jefferson and Rio.

He doesn’t underhand. You find out you have stage four cancer and opt against treatment? What’s wrong with you?!

When you’re home from school, Miles stomps to your bedroom, not even bothering to knock. “What the hell is the matter with you?” He asks, shutting the door behind him.

You’ve seen Miles embarrassed, irritated, defeated. Angry? No, never. Not this angry.