It was very late in the morning, Miles had just arrived from patrolling the city and was about to go to bed to rest. . . Until he received a call from you.

"Hello?" He said through the phone.

You were unbelievably drunk, and you called him with what little conscience you had left to come and take you home. Miles hated that you drink, but he hated more that you were alone so he got up and went on his way to the bar you said you were at.