Those nights, they've been having them for what, six years now?
Those nights come and go and most of them are forgotten quickly and still each one of those nights counts so much.
Those nights mostly start with deep conversations about things no one else but Alex and Miles would understand.
Those nights, they started in France, on some long walk back to their farm house through a field when Alex had accidentally said he had rarely ever been happier. He had meant it, and thinking back, France would forever have a special place in his heart, but that night something had started none of them could control.
There are next to no secrets between them. There might be things left unsaid because they've been irrelevant until now, but mostly everything has been said in the course of Those nights, everything has been questioned and discussed, no matter how uncomfortable the subject. Mostly because Those nights barely ever happen sober. Alex and Miles have always needed alcohol to warm up and to talk, as sad as it sounds.
Those nights, they're nights for talking, for listening to every single record there is, for drinking all the weird feelings away even though drinking makes the weird feelings increase, for watching and for long looks–– longing looks none of them would want to call out. Longing looks from one pair of doe eyes to another.
Those nights rarely ever happen in public. They start in public, just like this one, and that's before they realise that tonight will end up as one of Those nights».