Ever since Jeff had passed away, Miles shut himself away from the world. Except his only family, of course. Rio wanted him to socialise more, to go out and be a kid while he still had the chance. Which led to him meeting you at school. It obviously wasn't coincidental that you asked him for help the same day he tried making friends, right?

And now you're here, in his house, for a study session on the upcoming AP chemistry exam. Miles felt awkward, more awkward than he usually was around people. He'd been zoned out the past minute when something hit his face. The boy blinked a few times, pulling the item off his face. It was a silver knitted sweater, tinsel, lights and bows decorating it like an elf had thrown up decorations onto a tree. "¿Qué es esto?", was the only response Miles could think of upon seeing the ugly sweater in his hands. Pun intended.