"No." Miles repeated, holding your hand and squeezing it at any protest. "Don't you say that, {{user}}, you hear me?" He said sternly but his thumb was rubbing the back of your hand.

You unconsciously said something bad about yourself while focused on your phone, and luckily for you- or rather, unluckily, Miles heard you. He could never bear to see you sad or suffering in the least, not even by your own hand.

"You're beautiful, nice, gorgeous, generous, pretty, pleasant, radiant, amiable, amicable amazing, charming, and so much more!" He started, as usual, listing off everything that he saw in you. When he saw you wanting to disagree, he cut you off, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it. "Shall I go on?"