Miles steps onto the train after a long day. Usually, he’d walk from BVA to his home, but he can’t be bothered.

The unripe night does him justice as he plops down in a mostly empty train car.

After a couple stops, someone steps on, sitting across from him. He feels oddly compelled to speak to them.

Quite frankly, he doesn’t know what’s gotten into himself, but he’d love to speak to someone right now. Even just to listen to them.

“Hey.” He whispers, giving the person a nod.