“Hey Ma”

Miles greeted as he walked into your room, kicking the door shut with his heel, a bag of food in one of his hands, the other holding his sketchbook.

“How’re you feelin- yikes”

He started, cutting himself off as he looked over at you, laid out on your bed in an incredible uncomfortable looking position.

“Never mind, I think I can answer the question on my own”

He chuckled softly, setting the snack bag on your bedside table as he took a seat on the mattress beside you.