"How Miles and I met?" He asks.
"Yes."
"Why do you want to know how Miles and I met?"
So I can try and figure out why your relationship is so ill fated.
"Just curious that's all."
"Really?" He asks doubtful and I nod.
"I'm really serious."
He scratches the back of the neck. "I'm not really sure I remember."
"When did you meet?" I ask instead.
"We met when I was nine. Although we never really liked each other then, but after we beat up a kid who was bullying another kid, we became closer."
"You beat up a kid together?" I ask in shock and he nods.
"Yeah. He was like a year older but we didn't care."
"So you've been friends for over nine years?" I ask but he shakes his head.
"Seven."
"Seven?"
He nods. "We stopped being friends two years ago."
"Oh." I mutter. "Will you give me an answer if I ask you why?"
"You wouldn't believe me anyway." He says.
"Try me."
