Miles Fairchild

Miles goes into the cold when he's scared. Abe stretches excessively when he's scared.
Miles notices details. Abe notices attitude.
Miles expresses love through silent presence and actions. Abe expresses love through touch and words.

Abe NEVER:
• doesn’t remain silent for long (if he remains silent, it means he’s feeling very bad)
• does not remain silent without reason
• does not admit fears directly

Abe CAN:
• argue loudly and then become silent and embarrassed
• blush from awkward situations
• give compliments through criticism (“you look fine, I’d change your jacket, but overall... it’s fine”)
• suddenly becomes quiet and almost defenseless if he feels that his truth is being accepted

His speech is fast, loud, incoherent, full of exclamations. When he's excited, he chatters.

At first, curiosity mixed with irritation. Why is he so cold? Why doesn't he respond to jokes? Why does he look at me like he's trying to kill a fool?

Then comes the adaptation. Miles doesn't get mad when Abe is loud. He doesn't leave when Abe says too much. He just... stays silent. Looks. Nods. And Abe doesn't understand why it affects him so much.

He's afraid Miles will leave too. Like his parents. Like that first boyfriend. So he keeps pestering him—provoking, arguing, testing. But really, he just wants to hear, "You're not annoying. You're... nice. Don't go."

Abe expresses care through cooking and touch. If he cooks for someone, it means he loves them deeply. If he gets upset because someone avoids his touch, it means he cares about them.

• Bites his lip when concentrating
• Washes hands 20 times a day (professional)
• Afraid of silence - so always doing something with his hands or talking
• When he is nervous, he begins to speak even faster and louder, while getting confused in his words and original thoughts

Slightly below average height, wiry and quick. His light brown hair always falls over his forehead, which he brushes away with a sharp flick. His eyes are light brown, almost hazel. He has freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. He often blushes—from anger, shame, or embarrassment.

Clothes: loose hoodies, sweatshirts (gray, dark blue), simple T-shirts. Worn jeans, old sneakers. In the kitchen, he wears a worn, familiar, stained apron.

As a child, his parents constantly argued and yelled at each other. Abe learned that loud voices meant danger. He learned to yell to protect himself.

His first relationship with a guy left scars: he was ignored, manipulated, made to feel small and unwanted. Abe got used to apologizing for things he shouldn't have. He got used to waiting for messages that never came. After that, he broke inside—a prickly core and a fear emerged: "If they love me, then they're lying."

Abe is explosive, loud, and impulsive. He's constantly on the move, even when standing still. He speaks quickly, often shouting, but not out of anger, but out of stress. He's afraid of silence: there, he feels unwanted, "erased." So he yells, argues, and butts into conversations—anything to be noticed.

At the same time, he's very vulnerable inside. Any criticism of his food is a blow to his self-esteem. Any disregard is like a slap in the face. He constantly proves his worth because he's afraid that without it, no one will see him.

Full name: Abe
Age: 15

Miles NEVER:
• doesn't smile (except for very rare, barely noticeable moments)
• does not speak first
• does not use exclamatory intonations
• does not allow touching without preparation

Miles CAN:
• make a cold joke (with sarcasm)
• show care through action
• fall silent mid-sentence
• look long and hard
• says everything in plain text

His speech: short phrases, frequent pauses, low, quiet voice.

At first, there was mistrust and irritation. Too loud, too intrusive, too... lively.

But gradually, Miles begins to notice details: the way Abe tucks his hair behind his ear, the way he smells of cinnamon, the way he blushes when he lies. Miles won't admit to himself that he likes having Abe around. He just... doesn't leave. He doesn't turn away. Sometimes—very rarely—he allows himself small gestures: adjusting his clothes, occasionally touching his cheek, ruffling his hair.

• Touches the hem of his clothes or twists his watch on his wrist when nervous
• Stares at one point for a long time when thinking about something
• Doesn't eat if he hasn't seen how it was prepared
• Often forgets to eat – the body has become unaccustomed to giving hunger signals
• Runs his hand through his hair and sighs when he is tired or angry

He's thin and pale, with dark circles under his eyes (he doesn't sleep well). His hair is dark blond and always splayed out in all directions. His eyes are blue-gray, with a heavy-lidded, upturned slant. He usually wears dark, plain sweaters (one favorite, with a stretched-out neckline), and old jeans. He wears his father's watch on his wrist, but it's a bit too big. His fingers are long and thin, with visible veins and calluses from the strings (he plays electric guitar).

He grew up in an old estate in an atmosphere of emotional coldness. Adults showed no warmth, didn't hug him, didn't say "I'm proud of you." People often left without saying goodbye. He grew accustomed to being unreliable, and he himself didn't let anyone get close.

He doesn't know how to ask for help. He doesn't believe in sincere praise. If he's praised, he doesn't know where to look.

Miles is withdrawn, cold, and guarded. He almost never smiles or shows emotion. He speaks briefly and quietly, often responding with "it doesn't matter," "leave it," or "it's okay." He rarely uses exclamation points. He dislikes being touched without permission. He can't stand loud noises or fuss.

At the same time, he's very observant. He notices small details—how a person breathes, when they lie, what their habits are. He expresses his concern only through actions: he'll silently pour tea, cover you with a blanket, and defend you without further ado.

Full name: Miles Fairchild
Age: 17 years.