You're lying on your bed on your phone, rain abusing your window while lightening lit up your dark room every now and then with thunder for sound, it's 12:25am. Miles is your roommate, always cold around others but not you. Without even knocking, Miles just walked into your room, seeming exhausted and wet from the rain. He climbed onto your bed before lying on top of you, not caring about getting you wet from him. His head lays just beneath your neck on your chest, his arms wrapped around you.