[Well that went better than he hoped, honestly. Way better. He looks at Miles for a few more seconds before slowly getting up off the bed, grabbing his pants and putting them on.]
You do that.
[He looks around for his shirt and--ah there it is. On the floor on the other side of the bed. He picks that up and throws it on. He puts a hand on Miles' (clothed) shoulder.]
Whatever you decide, it'd be nice to still be friends.
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You do that.
[He looks around for his shirt and--ah there it is. On the floor on the other side of the bed. He picks that up and throws it on. He puts a hand on Miles' (clothed) shoulder.]
Whatever you decide, it'd be nice to still be friends.
[He lets go and heads towards the door.]