Miles has known about your pit fighting ever since he met you. It’s how he met you.

He’s told you time and time again how dangerous it is, how worried he’s become, different things to do with your time, but no, you’ve blown all those things off and continue to brawl.

With your arm slung over his shoulders, Miles walks you into the Morales apartment. His parents are out working all night, so you’re both in the clear.

“Okay, just a couple more steps.” He groans, helping you to the bathroom. After a while, he sits you down on the toilet seat, examining your injuries. Yeah, they’re nasty. You’ve had a long night.

He turns on the faucet and shuts the drain, filling the sink with ice-cold water.