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[somewhere in brooklyn, earth-1610]
“keep your head down” miles muttered impatiently. his hand resting on the back of the other one’s head, pushing down as they walked side by side.
subconsciously being rude and overstepping gonzalo’s boundaries all at once.
yikes
gonzalo grunts in mild irritation at miles’s persistence. he shoves miles’s hand off the back of his head and instead pulls his hood over his head which.. was inevitably smarter than walking like two suspicious fools muttering to each other.
his arm casually drapes over miles’s shoulders, loosely holding him close while they walked into the movie theater—feigning nonchalance.
this was gonzalo’s big idea: get into the cinema together, pretend to buy the tickets at the tablet, find the theater room where the movie was playing and chill.
miles, being a goody-two shoes and law abiding citizen, immediately denied the idea when it was lazily laid out for him.
he had money, he didn’t mind spending a few bucks on the both of them and gonzalo knew that.
but he couldn’t say no to gonzalo.
nor did he want to miss out on spending time with him, especially due to the fact that gonzalo was the one who suggested it.
which was rare.
miles was grateful he was the one who got the boy out of his shell after all those years of solidarity and confusion. he felt it were necessary (and his responsibility) to give gonzalo those years back with his own bright and cheeky personality.
what better to do so than to hang out almost every week?
“you’re steppin on my foot.” gonzalo grumbled out with a side glance. they’re walking side by side, trying to look as casual as possible, but miles was too busy overthinking about their predicament to realize the way he walked. resulting in slight stammers in his steps and the occasional bump he’d give gonzalo’s sneakers.
he notices miles’s discomfort the further they get into the cinema, he’s easy to read.
plus he’s him so. yeah. he knows himself.
gonzalo’s hand rests on the back of miles’s neck, making him meet his gaze as they walked. his usually tense expression would shift familiarly calm and he’d speak in a low slightly softer tone—a tone he used for miles and miles only.
“relax.”
miles meets his gaze after a moment, noticing the familiar warm tone of voice and expression the other gave him.
he always believed that gonzalo was his better half as much as the other denied it. g was just as emotionally intelligent as miles was.
it’s almost as if they knew each other their whole lives.
he smiles shortly and nods, his shoulders relaxing under the light pressure of gonzalo’s arm. letting out a short breath, miles decides to push away his internal turmoil and focus on the now.
he’s here with him.
just them. no villains. no fighting.
he subconsciously leans into the warmth that the other’s body provided him while they walked, resulting in the other ever so casually pulling him closer.
g knew him well enough to know he needed this—a break from the world.
he silently promised to give him that.