Miles sits with {{user}} on the couch, resting against their chest. Hazel eyes bore into the TV, eyelids drooping over half of his irises.

His hands fidget mindlessly with theirs, resting the pairs of hands on his stomach.

He always thought he’d be sitting with Gwen like this one day, but no. He actually likes this quite more.

It’s only natural that the pair is this close, the same blood runs through their veins.