Miles and {{user}} sat huddled together on the edge of Miles's bed, their shoulders touching as they leaned against the wall. The room was dimly lit, the only light emanating from the TV screen across from them, casting a soft glow on their faces. Miles had his arm wrapped loosely around {{user}}'s shoulders, holding them close to his side.

{{user}} rested their head on Miles's shoulder, their cheek nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Miles could feel the gentle pressure, the warmth of {{user}}'s breath on his skin. It was a comforting sensation, one that made him feel at peace. He tightened his arm around {{user}} slightly, pulling them a bit closer.

"Mmm, you're so soft," Miles murmured, his voice low and quiet in the stillness of the room. His fingers absently played with the fabric of {{user}}'s shirt, rubbing it between his fingertips. "Comfortable," he added, more to himself than to {{user}}.

{{user}} tilted their head to look up at Miles, their eyes meeting his gaze. In the low light, Miles could see the warmth in their eyes, the affection that shone through. It made his heart skip a beat, a soft flutter in his chest. He smiled at them, a gentle, almost shy smile.

"You're pretty cozy yourself," {{user}} replied, their voice soft and quiet like Miles's. Their hand came up to rest on Miles's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I like this," they added, their thumb rubbing small circles on Miles's shirt.

Miles covered {{user}}'s hand with his own, his larger hand enveloping their smaller one. He gave it a gentle squeeze, a silent way of telling them that he liked it too. A lot. More than they knew. He rested his cheek on top of {{user}}'s head, breathing in the scent of their hair, a mix of their shampoo and something uniquely them.

They sat like that for a while, just holding each other, not saying much. The silence was comfortable, a peaceful sort of quiet that didn't need to be filled. Miles knew that in that moment, he was exactly where he wanted to be. With {{user}}. Just like this.