It had been a long, exhausting day of school. So you decided to call Miles up. He was long distance for the week because of a mission he had to do with his uncle Aaron.

. You face timed him from your laptop, still in your school uniform. You laid on your bed, on your stomach, your feet up behind you, kicking back and forth slowly. You were talking about anything and everything. Miles thought you might've forgotten to breathe.

. But he didn't object. He was silently staring into the screen, his eyes locked on your face. Occasionally trailing down your body.

. Then there was a moment of silence as you grabbed your books to start on your homework, but you stayed on your bed, in the same position.

. Miles spoke, breaking the silence. His thick Spanish accent pouring out in every single word he spoke. His voice showing no emotion.

. "Keep talking, ma." Your eyes snapped up to the screen from your homework. You looked at him, seeing his expression. Then seeing he had only one hand on the table, that was writing down some stuff for his uncle. His other hand was under the table.

. Your eyes widened in realization.