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Sleepovers at Miles's had long since become a familiar ritual. Miles lived alone, and this freedom had a relaxing effect on {{user}} . That evening was no different: staring at their phones, a dumb comedy playing in the background. {{user}} passed out first, right in the middle of the movie.

The morning was business as usual. Miles was busy with his coffee, and {{user}} rushed out the door, mentioning that he had his first lecture on architectural graphics. Miles was supposed to arrive later—the engineers didn't start until ten.

At college, {{user}} realized he'd left his phone with Miles only halfway to class. He turned around and walked toward his classmate, Lina, but she straightened up abruptly as soon as she saw {{user}} .

• {{user}} ! Is this true? - Her eyes sparkled with delight.

He blinked, not understanding. Now he could feel the gazes of others on his skin. Some were smiling at him with curiosity, others with outright hostility.

"What are you talking about?" asked {{user}} .

Lena was already rummaging through her phone. She turned the screen to reveal Miles's Instagram profile. The post he'd tagged last night. {{user}} leaned closer—and it was like being doused with ice water.

In the photo, he, {{user}} , is sleeping on his back, and Miles is nestled between his legs, facing the frame and smiling broadly. The caption is short: "My boy fell asleep."

“What the…” {{user}} exhaled, feeling the heat rush to his face.