You and Miles have always been opposites. Maybe to extremes.

Never would he ever thought that it’d be so severe you’re at Rikers Island.

As soon as he heard you’d been transferred from the detention center to the best-known and worst jail in New York, he visited you.

As soon as he walks into the visitor’s room, he sits down, snatching the shitty telephone and speaker.

“Are you all right? W- what happened, and why are you here?” He asks deftly, his lungs working overtime.