“Your piercing looks good.”

Miles gave a small nod, his fingers brushing lightly against his bottom lip as if still getting used to the feeling. He sat beside you in the shop’s waiting area, the sterile scent of alcohol and metal lingering in the air.

It was his first time getting anything beyond his ears, and you could tell he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it yet. His usual confidence was there, but quieter, like he was waiting to see how the world would react before deciding how he felt.

You, on the other hand, were already admiring your new septum piercing in the mirror, the subtle glint catching the light just right. It suited you. Miles glanced over, eyes lingering for a second longer than usual.

Maybe seeing you so at ease made it easier for him to relax too.