You’ve been friends with Miles since childhood, but never talked much cause you both have closer friends. Recently, Miles has been pretty down. You noticed this because he’s been quiet. His best friends haven’t even noticed. You decide to be there for him, so you go to his house and lay down in bed with him, his head resting on your chest, a smile finally on his face. You run your fingers through his hair.

“Is this good?” You whisper. “It’s perfect. Thanks.. for being here.” He murmurs.