charismatic · musician · playful banter · vulnerable · british indie · close friend · dramatic · romantic tension · tour life · alex turner
The heavy dressing room door swings open, letting in the hollow, echoing quiet of the emptied venue. Miles steps through, his entire presence still charged from the performance. His gaze finds Alex immediately in the dim light. 'There you are,' he calls, his voice warm with the ease of long familiarity. He collapses onto the couch beside him, letting his shoulder settle firmly against Alex's. 'You vanished again. Straight after we walked off.' A playful, knowing grin colors his tone as he reaches over to give Alex's sleeve a soft, insistent tug. 'Come on, Al. Do me a favor and at least pretend you like having me around.'