"Overall, Ottawa played a good game, but thank goodness the Habs scored right before last period or else it would have went into, ugh, overtime," Tristan said with a shudder, making Miles laugh.

"So I take it that your first playoff game went well?"

"I shouldn't complain. After all, Mama also bought tickets for Owen and me to go see the matinee performance of Les Mis over at the Orpheus Theater. And guess who couldn't stop humming Master of the House on the drive home? I'll give you a hint: it wasn't me."

"That's a win for Team Musicals," commented Miles while taking a moment to rub small circles on Tristan's back before dropping his hand to his side while they continued walking.

After spending the whole day alone when Tristan was out of town with his brother, Miles knew that he had snatch him before someone else beat him to the punch. He saw the public invitation sent out by the Dot on Facerange announcing their re-opening after it had been closed for a couple of days due to damages. They were encouraging people to come by for breakfast, and Miles saw it as the perfect way for him and Tristan to start the day.

The café was a lot more crowded than expected, but there was still one vacant table left in the back corner. Tristan made a beeline towards it to lay his claim and Miles waited in line to order. He picked up a parfait for Tristan and a croissant for himself. While he was waiting for their lattes, a smile played across his lips when he decided that he'll entertain Tristan with a bunch of flirty pick up lines and sweet nothings in French to make him giggle and no one around them would be the wiser. Miles made his way back to the table and his face fell when he saw that Tristan was no longer sitting alone.

"Miles! Tristan said that he was here with you."

If only you knew in what sense, Miles thought bitterly to himself and sat down. Tristan gave him an apologetic look which Miles returned with narrowed eyes as he braced himself to share his date with Zoë Rivas of all people.

"After all, there's no where else to sit and Tristan always has his bestie's back!"

"For sure. Hey, I was thinking that it would be fun to get the comedy troop back together again. We haven't done anything since Thanksgiving. Miles, you were out of town so you've never seen us perform."

Miles smiled weakly in response, appreciating the way Tristan was trying to include him in the conversation even if he didn't have anything to contribute.

"Good idea. I don't have anything special going on next term."

"And we can spend the rest of our time hating on Maya, right?."

"Ah... I'm actually out of that club."

Miles whirled his head to look directly at Zoë and realized that she was being perfectly serious. Both girls had been at each other's throats since Paris and it went downhill from there. How could things have changed so suddenly?

"What exactly happened at the dance?" asked Tristan cautiously.

"Oh, we didn't end up going. We started off playing drinking games with Zig instead and we got pretty tipsy."

"Wait... was Maya wearing pink?"

"Yes! How did you know?"

Tristan looked slyly at his curved fingers.

"Just a hunch."

Miles crossed his arms and slouched in his chair with a sigh. He knew Tristan well enough to know that he would want a full gossip report. And as much as he wanted to grab the blond's wrist and drag him out of this noisy place with these annoying distractions, he knew it wouldn't be fair and it would make things too suspicious when Tristan specifically said that he wanted to keep things a secret for now.

Miles flopped his foot to the side and inadvertently hit Tristan's shoe. Without thinking Tristan moved his foot away, but Miles was struck with a better idea to pass the time and to get back his attention without being too obvious. He repositioned himself and slowly used both his feet to gather Tristan's foot. This time instead of moving away, the blond shot him a look and hid his smile behind his drink. He turned his head to listen to Zoë continue her story, but Miles was very well aware that he got his message across based on the blush colouring Tristan's cheeks.

Miles kicked off his shoes and while he nibbled on his croissant he concentrated on untying Tristan's laces with his toes, which proved a bit challenging due to his socks. But he was determined and he finally completed his task. He started to rub his foot against Tristan's, who was quick to respond and was equally as active.

"Mmmmm" moaned Tristan who conveniently took a spoonful of his parfait at that very moment. "The yogurt in here is delish, Zo."

Miles smirked at Tristan's innocent act and moved up to massage the ankle. The brunet scooted down a bit lower and slowly ran his foot up and down along Tristan's calf. When he brushed a sensitive underside behind the blond's knee, Tristan couldn't help but gasp.

"You mean you're the one who smashed in the door?" Tristan asked to mask his reaction to Miles' tender ministrations. "I was sure that it was the storm that caused the damage."

"Nope, just little ol' me," replied Zoë who straightened herself up and tossed her hair over her shoulders while smiling smugly at her ability of captivating her audience.

Miles knew better, of course, and decided to push the envelope even further. He stretched out his arms to fake a yawn and in turn shimmied down just a bit further. Sipping on his latte, he kept his eyes locked on Tristan's face, looking forward to seeing how the scene will unfold. Miles was now slowly rubbing his foot even higher along the leg. He started circling the knee before inching his foot upwards. By the time he brushed against the inner thigh, Tristan yelped and practically jumped out of his seat.

"Her clothes were wet! We didn't make up by hooking up!" exclaimed Zoë. "Someone needs to get their mind out of the gutter. Honest, we sang show tunes instead."

Tristan worked his way back into his sneakers and when he shot out of his chair Miles quickly caught on and wiggled into his shoes before getting up as well.

"Woah, what's the rush?" asked Zoë with her eyebrows raised at the two boys towering over her.

"Tris and I have plans."

"Like what?"

They shot each other quick glances before saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Movie marathon!" they blurted in sync.

"Have fun, then."

They quickly turned and Tristan kept his hand discreetly at the small of Miles' back as they weaved through the crowd. Once outside, the blond steered the other boy by his biceps and quickly swung him in a nearby alley until his back roughly hit the wall. Before the brunet was able to get a word out, Tristan was kissing him senseless, pouring out the tension that he had been keeping pent up inside while undergoing the sweet torture. Miles wrapped his arms around the boy's neck to bring him closer and he groaned when he felt Tristan gripping onto his hips. Just when he felt like his lungs was going to burst from the lack of oxygen, Tristan broke away and leaned his forehead against Miles'. The only sound between them was their heavy panting.

"It looks like we should have breakfast together more often," whispered Tristan breathlessly after licking his lips. "So let's get cracking on those movies."

He reluctantly pulled himself away and the two casually walked out of the alley, hoping that they weren't too conspicuous. Back out on the street, they stayed close enough to each other for their knuckles to gently brush together as they walked and continued on with their day.