"Tomorrow, after school… can you come over again?"
Myles turned his head toward him, already picking up his backpack.
"Yeah. I will."
He walked over to the bed, reaching out to fix a stray lock of Blake's hair without much thought.
"Don't slack off. Drink properly. And don't forget to eat."
"Eh, I won't..."
There wasn't much conviction behind it, but still, it's not like he could avoid doing basic human things just to survive.
"Blake."
"What?"
"Call me if you're feeling too sick."
A smile tugged at Blake's lips, but he forced it down. At least, he thought he managed to.
"Yup. Will do."
Myles gave a small nod, then turned and walked out.
The door clicked shut.
And just like that, the apartment fell quiet again.
Blake let out a slow breath, sinking deeper into the pillows.
'…crazy.'
Showing up uninvited, groceries in hand. Cleaning his place like it was second nature. Taking care of him like it wasn't even a big deal.
Somewhere along the way, things had truly shifted.
