Miles wasn't supposed to be crying at this party. He was supposed to be drinking, dancing with his date, and having the time of his life, for god's sake! But of course, he had the worst luck when it came to men. His date had walked off to get drinks, and when Miles followed him to the kitchen to see why he was taking such a ridiculously long time, he saw him in the corner with his arms wrapped around another partygoer.

And that's when the tears started. He spun around on his heel and marched through the living room, determined to find somewhere private to cry his heart out. The hallway near the stairs looked empty, and so he kept his head down as he passed through. Just his luck, he immediately collided with another partygoer who seemed to be avoiding the crowds. He just barely managed to keep them from falling, forcing out an awkward laugh.

Now that {{user}} wasn't worried about falling ungraciously onto their ass, they took a moment to look at the man they'd collided with. He was smiling sheepishly, eyes red-rimmed and glassy. He'd clearly been crying, though he tried to hide it.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"