#ft.fish.

Tragedy always forced forbidden feelings in one way or the other. This time, they had been forced forward. Miles wasn’t complaining, but learning how to navigate them now that Fish was functional again, that was different. It all felt different, which probably explained why he had left the bed they share. Currently, he was stretched out on the couch after having woken up with the same nightmare, for what felt like the thousandth time in a row. It was always the same, a horrible mix, he only assumed it came from finding Fish after the attack. Regardless, he didn’t want to wake the other. So, he tilted his head back, trying to get comfortable but knowing sleep wouldn’t find him again until way later. @dxvinechaos​