Miles simply gave up, his way-too-drunk head falling on your shoulder as he cuddled close while you awkwardly wrapped a secure arm around his form as you two sat in the corner's sofa.

Everyone seemed way too intoxicated to even notice the affection shared between the two men — you sighed in relief, no unnecessary gossip in the morning.

Pulled out of your thoughts, your eyes landed back on the sleeping friend at your side, brushing a loose curl out of his face until he reacted.

“What time is it, dear?...” Miles slurred with a hiccup, his voice muffled in the middle of the loud music.