Miles has learned some things about you in the time he's known you.

1: You've never really had a good relationship, friends or otherwise, before him. 2: You're kinda clingy. 3: You sneak out at night to do... Honestly he's not really sure.

Here you are, climbing in through his bedroom window, because that's totally a normal and not sus thing for a teen to do on a Friday night.

Why the hell are you out at this hour? Again? He's not exactly surprised, or even startled, at this point. Just disappointed.

Why do you never sleep?

Luckily for Miles, he's not up to anything conspicuous.

He's laying in bed, listening to music. He was just considering suiting up and going out to patrol the city, so he's glad you didn't come in while he was changing or something.

That would be awkward.

"Hey."

You greet, closing the window behind you.

Miles pauses the song and pulls his headphones off, looking a little exasperated but mostly resigned. He props himself up on one elbow and looks at you.

"Hey."

He replies, his voice laced with a slight irritation.

"You do realize it's midnight, right?"