[ Wash listens, absorbing as much as he always does, might smile just a little imagining a Miles at seventeen, suddenly at the helm of a fleet. It fades when he feels him tense, his arm squeezing around him slightly. ]
-- If you'd rather not, Miles. [ Soft, genuine. If he'd rather not tell this story, it's fine. ]
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-- If you'd rather not, Miles. [ Soft, genuine. If he'd rather not tell this story, it's fine. ]