Bass had made up his mind. After lying in bed for hours and hours, tossing and turning, thoughts crashing through his mind like violent waves hitting the beach during a storm, he was sure about his decision. When I say he was sure about his decision, I mean he knew what he was sure about what he was going to say, not how it would be accepted. This could backfire horribly or be accepted lovingly, and there was no way of knowing which outcome would be adamant until Bass had laid it all out on the table.
With choices made and heart just a tad lighter than before, Bass crawled into the massive bed Miles had surprised him with for his birthday the year before. It even smelled a little like Miles, and that made Bass smile. He sunk as deep as he could into the mattress and pulled the covers up to his chin.
He would tell Miles how much he loved him tomorrow, and everything would be okay. Eventually.
Bass's sleep was light and flighty, and it came in spurts- sleep, wake up, walk around, lay back down, toss and turn for an hour, and fall back into a light sleep. After repeating this several times, he wore himself down enough to fall into a deeper kind of sleep. His dreams finally leveled out from terror to sweet and he finally slept soundly.
It couldn't be later than four in the morning when he heard footsteps approaching his door, (since any sound alerts him and put him on edge) and his eyes shot open and he laid completely quiet and still in bed. No one should be up at this hour. No one. Except for maybe a guard and that was only around the exterior of the building. Besides, his door was locked and none of the guards had keys to his room. The only one who did was Miles, and why would Miles be coming into his room at four in the morning? Bass pulled the covers up even further, like a kid hiding from the dark, or maybe a monster in the closet. Little did he know that what Miles was about to do would be exactly like a monster in the closet scaring a little kid from sleep for the rest of the night, or in Bass's case, the rest of his life.
He heard the sound of a key in the lock, and the fumbling around of the person outside his door. The knob turned slowly, and the door creaked open. The dark masked the person walking into his room, but Bass knew who it was without hearing or seeing anything. The boards creaked under heavy feet and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Miles stepped into the moonlight that was streaming into the room through the open window. His face was emotionless, and Bass almost thought he was sleep walking.
"Miles-"
Bass's mouth shut as quickly as it had opened as the barrel of a gun emerged pointed straight at him. Everything was completely still and silent that you could hear a pen drop across the building. Time seemed to stand still as brother turned on brother. Miles stood for several minutes as Bass stared straight down the barrel of his gun. His finger twitched on the trigger and the look of pain and frustration was etched on his face. Bass knew at that exact moment that Miles wouldn't shoot him. As quickly as he had walked in the room, he was gone. Bass listened as he heard the pounding of Miles's feet running down the hall.
Miles had never pulled the trigger, but Bass felt like he had been shot right through the heart. Because in a way he had; without saying anything, Miles had answered his question without him even asking.
Miles had given him an answer, that's what he had wanted in the beginning right?