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2:00 AM. You watched as the clock ticked in your tiny bedroom in your one bed one bath apartment. You couldn't sleep and you had a feeling miles couldn't either. You grabbed a hoodie and a tiny gift bag and opened the fire escape window in your room. You and miles have been friends for so long, you were there with him when his dad died, helping him through every single step of grief he faced. It now meant that he was oddly clingy towards you. You walk toward the window to your right, knocking it a couple of times before cautiously opening it. The only source of light in the room from Miles' phone. You haven't seen him this numb since 3 years ago when his dad died. You wave.
"I brought brownies, you want some?"
You ask, getting increasingly worried when he doesn't speak and only nods emotionless.
"Here." you hand him a square with a paper napkin to avoid crumbs on his bed. He eats it, his eyes still emotionless waiting for you to say something. You notice a couple crumbs on his face and brush them off with your thumb, gently enough so that he doesn't get overstimulated. Luckily, he doesn't stop you, still staring at you.
"There we go! Anyways do you like the brownies?" You ask, your voice soft enough to make sure not to wake the neighbors up. He nods, taking another bite not saying anything.
"I'm glad you like them."
He nods finishing the brownie, still staring at you, mumbling something under his breath. You could've sworn you saw a flash of emotion in his eyes.
He mutters again "I love anything that you make." praying that you didn't hear him. You tilt your head to the side in confusion but end up letting it go.
"You have crumbs all over you!"
You say, your voice laced with an airy chuckle. He wipes them off still staring at your face.
"Is there something on my face?" You ask thinking he's staring at your freckles, acne scars, or the tiny birthmarks around your face.
He stares at them intrigued but snapped out and shook his head no.
"Are you ok? " You ask, moving your hand closer to his. He looked at your hand confused wondering what you were doing until you interlock your pinkies. He immediately holds your hand, his grip tight. It reminds you of all the times you were with him when his dad died, him just staring at the wall and you holding his hand, talking about the most mundane things you could imagine just to see him smile again.
You move closer "One of those days huh?" No response.
His grip only getting tighter like if he let you go you'd disappear. You move closer and lean on his shoulder, his and still gripping you tightly almost like you weren't real and if he let you go you'd disappear in front of his eyes. But his face was still devoid of any emotion.