Oh shit
Watching this, Miles felt… mad.
Great way of expressing his emotions he knows, very intelligent and articulate for a fucking 15 year old. But it’s what he’s feeling and he doesn’t have the time to express the exact betrayal and rage he feels.
Especial when he doesn’t know who it’s directed at.
The betrayal is directed at Gwen of course, but is he mad at her? Maybe. Is he mad at himself for being stupid and thinking she actually liked him? Probably.
God- he just- he doesn’t know.
Just yesterday they were leaning on each other, flirting and cracking jokes. Or more like, he thought they were flirting. What changed in that one day? Would she have acted the same way if she was with Hobie yesterday?
Would she have done more?
“Oh um- didn’t know you guys were dating!” He squeaked out as they finally noticed his presence. “I’m clearly interrupted so Ima just- heh- go,” he could feel his lip wobbling as he covered a potential sob with an awkward laugh.
“Miles wait-“ Gwen tried to say, but he was already gone by the time the words reached her lips.
“Shit.” Hobie helpfully supplied.
And yes indeed, shit.