Blake collided with Myles before his brain had fully caught up with what he was doing.
His arms wrapped around him tightly, almost desperately, like someone who had truly not seen him in ages.
For a brief moment, Myles didn't react.
He simply stood there.
Blake could feel the solid warmth of him through the uniform, the faint scent of an ordinary laundry detergent.
Then Myles moved.
He didn't exactly hug Blake back, instead, one of his hands slowly came to rest on the small of Blake's back, pulling him slightly closer.
Blake stiffened slightly.
The contact felt a little different than he expected.
Myles leaned his head down a little, his voice low and calm near Blake's ear.
"How are you?"
The simple question made Blake's brain suddenly reboot.
'Wait. Wait a second. What am I doing?'
A wave of embarrassment washed over him so quickly it almost made him dizzy.
He had literally sprinted across the street and thrown himself at Myles.
