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[miles avishai cohen flores]

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As much as Miles loved his daughter (and oh god, he did, she was entirely the center of his life, the only person aside from his husband that he didn't mind giving up his work for), it was nice to have a day to himself. Netanya was amazing as far as he was concerned but Miles had work to do at the gallery and as sweet as she'd been at the opening, it was hard to work well with a three year-old underfoot. So he'd gotten up early enough to make breakfast and get things together for Tony and Netanya and then had taken off. The gallery was mostly boring stuff, just going over business with Yossi, the gallery owner, discussing sales from the show and picking up copies of the show catalog and filling out a bit of paperwork. Yossi was beside himself, so excited about the show's turnout so far. His delight was infectious and by the time Miles was leaving, he was practically glowing himself.

While the idea of hurrying home and back to his husband and daughter was terribly tempting, Miles was full of ideas and plans that needed to be written down and mused over before he got distracted and busy and forgot about them. So when Miles passed a quiet looking cafe with a few tables clustered together on the sidewalk, it took only a moment's thought to decide to stop in. The teen at the counter barely paid any attention to Miles as he ordered and it took two tries to get Miles' order for a large cappuccino to be done correctly. But finally, coffee in hand, Miles headed back outside to one of the tables, sitting just under the shade of the cafe's overhang.

There was some foot traffic passing the cage but, with the street largely quiet, Miles was able to focus entirely on his work, scrawling endless notes in his work notebook, sketching out ideas in black ink. After about a half hour of working, Miles' phone rang and he nearly jumped, surprised by the noise. Without checking the id, he answered the call. "Hello? Oh, hey mom." Falling into easy conversation, Miles set his pen down in the spine of the book and leaned back into his chair. He stretched his legs out in front of him, glancing up as he chatted. "No, she's fine, I just needed to get work done. Tony's good too. We were thinking about bringing her up to you guys at some point soon so you could... " He trailed off, listening to her chatter until all of a sudden, he looked ahead of him just in time to catch sight of someone tripping over his outstretched legs. "Fuck, sorry, call you back in a bit mom." Hanging up, Miles got to his feet, offering a hand to the stranger. "Shit, I'm sorry, you ok?"

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[lewis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 785 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED MILES NOTES WHOO sirens wailed as police cars raced down the streets near lewis's apartment, keeping the young man from getting those five more minutes that he swore would get rid of the bags under his eyes if he were able to get them. he sighed softly, sitting up in bed. brown hair stuck up in messy tufts, making him the poster child of bedhead. he swung his long legs over the edge of the bed, traipsing over to the bathroom. he brushed his teeth and washed his face, then sighed at the current state of his hair. no matter what he does to it before he goes to bed, this is always the result in the mornings. last night he just washed and towel dried it, too tired to care how bad it would be when he woke up. sighing dramatically, he walked over to his closet and picked out an outfit to wear and slowly dressed, his head in the clouds. walking back in his room, he heated up his flat iron and straightened the more unruly pieces, then styled it with his dry hair gel. finally pleased with his appearnce, lewis exited the bathroom and went straight to his desk. long fingers drummed against the cheap walmart furniture as he waited for his laptop to turn on. piece of shit. money had been tight ever since the young man stopped prostituting. all of his old friends stopped prostituting because they found something better. lewis thought he had too, but obviously he was wrong. trying to make it by as a musician was hard and he barely made enough for rent and utilities. his apartment was bare. one bedroom, one bath. a small living room joined with a kitchen when you first walked in. the living room had a worn beat up couch that lewis had a black sheet thrown over so it didn't look too horrible. there is a tv, a huge one, one with the thing in the back, not a newer flat screen like almost everyone else had. there is an obviously homemade table between the tv and the couch. the tv has one of those old vcr/dvd players attached to it. lewis doesnt have cable, but he does have some movies to watch when he's really bored. the kitchen was just as barren. no table, just a counter with a couple of stools shoved up to it. there was a cheap looking bookcase where the table would be if he had one. on the bookcase, there are quite a few boxed foods like spaghetti, cookies, and crackers. in short, his apartment was shit and the rundown exterior reflected what was on the inside. "shut the fuck up!" lewis head desked as his upstairs neighbors began their morning scream session. he shut his laptop and quickly tucked his things in his backpack and exited his house, deciding that a small cup of coffee and free wifi was a small price to pay to get away from the hell he lived in. seeing how cars were expensive and gas prices are ridiculous, lewis doesn't have a car. cabs were costly and it was either a bus pass or being a tad short on rent. however, the subway is always free. the subway is always sketchy. there is always weird homeless people smelling like piss and body odor looking at him, there is always some crazy person talking to themselves, and there is always some guy looking at lewis like he either wanted to beat or fuck the shit out of him. so to combat this awkwardness, lewis would get out his small flip phone and play snake until he got to his destination. when lewis finally got to the cafe, his mood lightened. he ordered a medium black roast coffee, because why not treat himself just this once. he took a wiff and sighed happily, the teen hadn't burnt it, which actualky made lew eager to sit down and enjoy his coffee while he worked. lewis was not graced with good hand eye coordination, nor did he pay much attention to his surroundings when he was lost in thought. so, he didn't notice the giy with his legs out in front of him, an lewis promptly tripped right over him, crashing to the ground. lewis watched his coffee paint the pavement a dark gray. he sighed softly, ignoring the stranger's hand as he picked himself up off the floor, looking at his feet. "it's okay." lewis glanced up at him, then stopped and stared, brows furrowing. "miles?" at of all the people to trip him in the world, it just had to be miles. these dry bones cry for you

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Of all the people in the world Miles could run into, Lewis wasn't even on the top twenty of people he'd expect to just run into like this. Miles hadn't seen Lewis in ages, in actual years and seeing him here now, all these years after living together and after their brief relationship... As Lewis got to his feet, Miles grinned huge and shook his head in disbelief. "Lewy? Oh my god, I can't believe it, how long has it been?" He glanced down, caught sight of the spill of what had to have been a nearly full cup of coffee. A little frown crossed his face and he looked back up at Lewis with an embarrassed expression. "God, I am so sorry about that, let me buy you another cup, not taking no for an answer. That was entirely my fault." Miles gestured at the table and the empty chair across from him. "Are you in a hurry? Because if you're not.... I'd love to catch up, I feel like I have no idea what you're up to these days. And what did you order? You sit down, I'll go in and get you a fresh cup and...." Another glance at the table and at the empty coffee mug. "Gotta get myself another cup anyway, sit down."

Soon as he'd gotten what Lewis had ordered, Miles grabbed his own cup and hurried back into the coffee shop. There was a small line this time and the guy directly in front of Miles seemed to have a million things he wanted to order. The teenager behind the counter made no secret of his annoyance, sighing and rolling his eyes every time the guy ordered something else. By the time Miles got to the counter, the teen was half on his cellphone, half making drinks and when Miles tried to order, brushed him off and told him to wait. Miles took a deep breath, forced a pleasant smile and nodded. It took another few minutes but finally he'd placed an order for fresh coffee for the pair of them and then, after a moments thought, a pair of danishes.

With fresh coffee and snacks in hand, Miles finally made his way back outside, setting the cups and the small dish on the table before sitting. "Black coffee for you, cappuccino for me, danishes to share, I thought something sweet might be nice." He laughed just a bit. "Honestly, I've been trying to do the healthy thing in my house but I couldn't resist some pastries." Picking up the paper cup the coffee had come in, he popped the lid off and blew lightly on the surface. "So, what have you been up to since I saw you last? I know you called, what was it, like five months ago now? But I mean, fuck, I don't think I've actually seen you since...." Miles squinted, tilting his head to the left as he contemplated this. "Has it really been since I moved into my old place? I think the last time I saw you was when Charlie threw that house warming party for me and it was just you and me and her and Cam and Rani and Rani had all that champagne one his johns had given him and Cam brought all that Jack Daniels and we all got so smashed, do you remember that?" Miles laughed before taking a sip of his coffee, setting the cup down afterwards and licking his lips to get rid of the milk foam. "God I was so hungover that next morning, what a mess...."

He trailed off into laughter, shaking his head a bit before refocusing on Lewis. "But really, what's going on for you? And why have I not been seeing you at all since then? You gotta come around more often." Nodding, he reached out and tore a piece off of one of the danishes, popping it into his mouth and chewing happily.

[lewis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 488 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED MILES NOTES WHOO lew looked down at his feet awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with miles as he talked. lew didn't have any hard feelings towards miles. sure they had a relationship, however brief, and lewis had liked miles a lot more than miles had liked him. and sure miles had ended it abruptly, leaving lewis feeling like he wasn't enough, like everyone did. so, no hard feelings, none at all. lew sighed softly. he wasn't angry with miles, just . . . what was it? he was disappointed? he wasn't sure. whenever he thought about the whole thing he just felt sad. he didn't want a relationship anymore, of course, but the sting was still there. "i'm not in a hurry." lewis mumbled out, rubbing the back of his head. he didn't protest when miles re-entered the cafe to get there drinks, he only mumbled out what he had gotten and sat down at the empty table, making sure his laptop was intact. it was. over the past few years lew's social anxiety took a turn for the worse and he found it hard to make simple conversation. however, he decided, while miles was getting their drinks, that he would try to act normal, or at least, act how he used to. he didn't think anyone noticed him, and he wouldn't know what to do if people actually did. lewis looked around, waiting for miles to return, his fingers drumming across the table top. he knew miles was married and he had called to congratulate him, though he didn't attend because 1.) He felt awkward. and 2.) he couldn't really afford the clothes he would have needed. he also knew that miles had a daughter, and again, he just called him briefly to wish him luck and congratulate him. when lewis saw miles exit the cafe with two coffee cups, lewis stopped his annoying drumming and pulled both corners of his lips up in a sorry attempt at a smile. the smile turned up more the more miles talked. and this is one of the reasons why lewy had liked miles so much, and had been so broken up when miles ending things. he had a way with making lewis feel lighter. lewis surprised himself when he laughed at the memory miles had fed him. "yeah! i woke up in the bathtub with twizzlers in my pockets!" lewis chuckled before he grew silent again, the smile ebbing away. lewis took a sip of his coffee before he replied, "oh. i've just been . . ." lewis didn't like to lie, but he supposed that it's better than telling miles that absolutely nothing but screaming matches from his upstairs neighbors and the occasional bullethole in his walls. "things have been good. i've just been uh, busy, ya know? work and all that. and uh. yeah. i should, huh. lewis mumbled, avoiding eye contact again, chewing on his lower lip. these dry bones cry for you

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"That night was insane. I don't even know how we got into so much trouble, it was only us five in my place. You know, when Rami was blackout drunk, he unpacked one of my boxes and for weeks, I kept finding my stuff in the weirdest places." Miles shook his head with a fond laugh. He had loved those days, loved living in their crappy apartment, swapping stories and spending countless hours just being together, forming together their own little family, safe from the harassment and annoyances that they all dealt with when they were working. Sometimes he even missed it, though he wouldn't give up the life he had now for anything. Just... There had been something entirely charming and fun about that life, even, maybe especially the easiness of the relationship that he'd had with Lewis, something that hadn't taken thought, just something they fell into so naturally and then just as easily (well, for Miles at least) fallen out of when the time came.

He nodded as Lewis explained he was busy with work, sipping his coffee, eyes wide and attentive. "Oh? What are you doing these days? Still the musician thing, yeah? You've got to call me and tell me when you've got gigs, I'm usually pretty busy with Tony and our daughter but," He shrugged a bit, still smiling that bright, genuine smile. "It wouldn't be an issue for me to swing by to see you play a bit. Probably can't do the late night going out for drinks and celebrating post show but that's just because I'm an old married person now." Miles looked delighted as he said this, still never quite over the thrill of being married to Tony. "I think I've gotten a little boring, I'm doing the stay at home dad thing and there are just not as many..." He trailed off, tilting his head side to side. "Interesting stories from parenting as there were from the old days."

But then this reminded him of a new thing and Miles was digging in his pocket, pulling out his phone, eyes on the screen as he spoke to Lewis. "You know I haven't forgiven you for not being at the wedding, it was absolutely beautiful and so much fun, you were totally missed." There was no anger in his tone and there was a smile on his face, belaying that his words were mostly teasing. "And you haven't even come around to see the house. Because, surprise of surprises, Miles Cohen, - Well it's Flores now but you know what I mean - the former prostitute and former sleeping around king, has a husband, a kid, and a house. Like, we actually own a house." He glanced up, grinning. "It kills me, makes me feel so old." A shake of his head and he was looking back down at the screen before handing the phone over to Lewis "You haven't seen my husband or my daughter though and I'm sorry but I'm going to have to show them off because they are amazing. That first one, that's my Tony, isn't he gorgeous? And then, just flip one to the right, that's our baby girl, Netanya, she's amazing. There's more photos of them if you want to see more, and some of Charlie and her guy and their kid, which... Can you believe it? Charlie with a baby? I never thought I'd see the day." Miles was all smiles as he watched Lewis. " I have totally become that dad who makes everyone look at photos of the family. I know it, I embrace it." He beamed and then leaned back in his seat, watching Lewis curiously. "And what about you? Any special guys in your life?"