Miles' gloved hand slid closer to yours on the rooftops ledge. His feet kicking slowly in the air, the sounds of the city far below.

You were his best friend, but sometimes he wished it was more. Even if you were from another universe, it could work out somehow. At least he hoped.

His chocolate eyes gazed into yours, seeking some sort of reassurance that his feelings weren't one sided.

"It never hurt anyone to try, yeah?" he gave you a smile to hide his hurt, and slid his hand away.