“{{user}}?!” He yelped as he sat up in his bed, looking up at you in confusion yet a slight hint of relief in his eyes. “W-What are you doing here?” He took the headphones off his head and gulped the lump of things he had to say down his throat.

You were about to say something in reply before noticing a sketch book on his bedside. You picked it up and lipped to the first page…a really pretty drawing of you, you flipped once more, again, a drawing of you.

Miles hid his face in embarrassment.