"You'll be welcome to it," murmurs Miles in response to the threatened ass-kicking. Mostly because he'll just be damned glad to get out of this alive under any circumstances. Of all the worst times to have a seizure ... He sits up again, this time managing to keep his balance. There's still no way he's walking, but he could probably cling.

Fortunate that Tucker is large enough to cling onto. Miles still eyes his back with some skepticism, but really, what choice does he have?

"I didn't think I'd have one today," he says between gritted teeth. "I'll hold on if you kneel down."

He just rolls his eyes at the bow chicka bow wow. Oh, Tucker.