Miles was fucked.
There it was. The plain truth. He had disappointed the one person he was born to impress. He was truly fucked.
Miles open the door of his mom and uncle’s apartment. He saw his tías, his tíos, his cousins, and his mamá, whom of which he has not seen in weeks. “Hola, mamá!” He says excitedly, rushing over to her. “Cariño! I’ve missed you!” She says happily, bringing her son in for a hug, smile brighter than the sun. “ I’m making dinner right now, your tío Aaron wanted to talk to you.” She says, ushering him over to the couch, where uncle Aaron is sitting with a displeased expression. “Hey, uncle Aaron! Are you alright?” Miles asks, confused. “I need to talk to you.” He says in a stern tone.
Miles and uncle Aaron were now standing in Miles’s old bedroom. His posters from his teenage years still hung on the wall, his dresser sat empty, and the room was slightly messy. “What is with you neglecting your prowler duties?” Uncle Aaron asks coldly, his words piercing through Miles like shards of cold glass. “I’m not, tío.” Miles says, slightly taken aback from his accusatory tone. “I haven’t seen you on the news in weeks, where the fuck where you? This is disappointing, Miles Morales”Miles was internally shattered. He had disappointed the person he owed everything to. “Tío, I’m trying my best, but, you know, I’m moving in with Ganke, I’ve just graduated college, I’ve been really busy.” Miles says, voice becoming shaky. “You need to try harder then.” Aaron says, walking out of the room, back to the party.
Miles walked out of his old room, slightly teary eyed. He gave his mamá a kiss on the cheek, then walked out the door of the apartment. He ran to his car, jingling the keys anxiously. He turned the car on, plugging in the aux. Music had always been an escape, but was this too much to run from?
Miles unlocked the door of his studio apartment that he shared with his boyfriend, Ganke. Ganke was sitting at his desk, playing what appeared to be COD. Ganke noticed Miles come in the door as he put down his headphones and walked over to miles, giving him a kiss on the forehead and a hug. After, he noticed Miles’s teary eyes, and walked him to their bed. “Miles, baby, what happened?” Ganke asks in a caring tone, preparing himself to comfort Miles in any way needed. “Uncle Aaron is disappointed in me” he sighs, wiping his tears quickly. “Oh, Miles, it’s ok. Why is he disappointed?” “He said I’m neglecting my job as the Prowler, even though I’m trying my best, he said I wasn’t doing good enough” Ganke wraps Miles up in his arms, rubbing his shaking boyfriends back. “It’s ok, Miles. You’re good enough. You are enough. I’m so proud of you.”
Those are the words that caused Miles “The Prowler” Morales to break down. The girl who had been neglected of praise, and the cold, non-vulnerable man who came from her broke down as well. He was bawling his eyes out, burying his face in his partners neck. He couldn’t even make out full sentences at that point. All that could be heard in the room was Miles’s hiccups and sobs and Gankes sweet comforting.
(About a half hour later)
Miles was slightly calmed down, still crying lightly, curled up in Ganke’s lap. Ganke rubbed his back more as Miles began to speak. “Cariño, how do you deal with people being disappointed in you? It makes me feel shattered.” Ganke thinks for a minute, then begins to speak. “If I’m being honest, I don’t know. It’s a different way every time.” He shrugs, rocking back and fourth. Miles nods, rubbing his now dry eyes. “Ganke, I need some sleep, can you lay down with me?” Ganke’s eyes light up at the suggestion. “Of course I can!” He smiles, laying on top of Miles, nuzzling into his chest. Both of their worries seemed to float away as they drifted off. “Ganke, I love you.”
“I love you too, Miles. Goodnight”