even as miles’ best friend, he was still cold and nonchalant with you. it wasn’t on purpose, it was just his personality. he rarely did anything, but draw, work on his gauntlet, and watched movies in complete spanish.

you somehow convinced him to go to a petting zoo and he still had on his blank face while you was petting all the animals you could. miles looked down at you and mumbled.

“can we go home now? i almost stepped in shit multiple times.”