There wasn’t anywhere else to go, Miles quietly searched up your apartment building from the rooftops, you were living off campus and sometimes it was really exhausting without you there. His nightmares and panic attacks would get horribly bad at times and you were kind of the only person he trusted to help him. But to get to you, he had to find you first.

With shaky fingers and dried tears on his face, Miles started to swing himself over the city on his way to you. The chances of you sleeping were high but he didn’t care much about that. He just wanted to get to his comfort person. Whether it was the middle of the night or daytime.

As he landed on your balcony, he could make out a light in your room and sighed relieved, you were still up. Probably studying or something, maybe just doomscrolling or watching a movie. He opened your window and sneaked in, sitting on your floor. When he looked back up you stared at him with big eyes. “Sorry.”