It's the little details that hurt most. Like spotting that sketchbook, stuffed up there like Peter might come wandering in wondering where he left it. Small signs of him around the room that the pair of them had unofficially wound up claiming, things that Miles simply didn't have the heart to want to move or clean away.
"...Yeah. I... I keep feeling like he should just be coming in, y'know? Like he'd just been held up by school or something and he'll be back, but..." Miles trailed off with a listless little huff, trying to pretend tears weren't pricking at his eyes again.
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It's the little details that hurt most. Like spotting that sketchbook, stuffed up there like Peter might come wandering in wondering where he left it. Small signs of him around the room that the pair of them had unofficially wound up claiming, things that Miles simply didn't have the heart to want to move or clean away.
"...Yeah. I... I keep feeling like he should just be coming in, y'know? Like he'd just been held up by school or something and he'll be back, but..." Miles trailed off with a listless little huff, trying to pretend tears weren't pricking at his eyes again.