He's Thunderstorms - Milex

Miles believed he did somewhat of a good job at hiding his feelings from himself; no matter what his heart told him his brain kept pushing them away. It worked for a while. But his feelings kept creeping up on him, drowning him. The only thing keeping him afloat was his own mind, telling him that it would never work out, that Alex would never like him the way he did. His feelings were getting progressively harder to manage.

The days since before they met seemed to all blur into one. Every bad thing that had happened, every worry that was bothering him seemed to dissipate once Alex entered his life, it's as if the sky itself became more radiant. Miles spent many restless nights thinking about Alex, wondering that perhaps maybe, his feelings were reciprocated.

It was the casual gestures he would make that made him hopeful; brushing against his shoulder, the hand holding, the hugs that lasted a little too long, for god's sake even the way he smiled at him felt different.