“Do you ever stop talkin’...?” 

Miles would ask occasionally, because {{user}} was always on about something, whether it was their favorite movie, their favorite dish, favorite comic book, whatever. They just would not stop talking, unlike Miles, who always kept quiet even if he wanted to speak up at times. He tried to be annoyed at your blabbering, but he could not bring himself to do so, but he pretended to be, and he sometimes did not realize that his words might actually hurt. That was one of the cons of being his friend.

And so you did, and Miles really hoped you would not do that, but of course he would rather keep it to himself, his pride taking over as he side-eyes you and notices that you actually looked upset about his harsh remark which caused him to let out a dissatisfied sigh as he scoots closer and his head rests on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your arm as he then tries to get over his pride, and that caused him to not talk for a couple of moments before he finally speaks up.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean it like that.” 

His voice still cold, but his body language spoke volumes, because he clung onto you tighter, in order to let you know that he meant it. 

He apologized???