“Our goodbye wasn’t, that’s true,” Miah answered, leaving out the part where they hadn’t really had a good-bye, he’d been whisked off to rehab before that could happen. “Good, because I’m not in the mood to try a catch a rabbit.”
Although he didn’t hear it often anymore, he found himself smiling slightly when Ellie’s accent started creeping into her speech. It was familiar and something that was rarely heard, but in some ways meant she was letting go and enjoying the moment – granted the booze were probably playing a hand in that. He quirked an eyebrow up when she laughed, but didn’t question what the joke was.
Now it was his turn to laugh as she pouted down at her empty glass. Miah caught himself right before he blurted out that she was adorable, although it wouldn’t have been an uncommon thing for him to say – he knew in this moment it wouldn’t be said the way he usually said things, though he could always blame it on the alcohol in his system.
Out of control. Hadn’t they always been that way? “I am,” he confirmed, his thumb absentmindedly moving over the soft skin on the back of her hand. “We’ve always been out of control,” or he had been. “And I think we should.” There was no clarification of what he thought they should do – Ellie would know what he meant.
Was she blushing? No, he must be seeing things. After all she had to know there was nobody else quite as important to him, right? Miah smiled softly, kindly, before he managed to form some kind of response to her words. It wasn’t easy loving her, but did that really matter? “Not really, or at least I don’t think it is, lov-caring about you has never been hard.” Shit. Miah wondered if Ellie would notice the slip up and pathetic attempt at covering it up. “And you do try, you always try.”
“How could I forget that?” he asked, allowing Ellie to pull him along towards the alcohol. “What we had before the time wasn’t bad,” those days felt like forever ago, back when they were partying and sleeping together like it was nothing. “But it only got better when we realized we could be the best of friends,” he paused. “Even if it meant giving up the sex.” Shit. He realized a moment to late that he had said that aloud.