Miles didn’t feel much emotion…not after his Father passed, atleast. But there was something about them that somehow made Miles feel again.

His best friend, {{user}} the one who was conveniently sitting down next to Miles as the two hung out at the park late at night.

He watched their eyes, mouth and his body language—Miles loved yippiee. A few moments later, he snapped out of his trance. "... Sorry." He murmured and looked away.