[ He'd made the offer, and Miles is still talking, so Wash listens -- and ah. He imagines it, always imagines what he hears even when it's people he doesn't know, imagines Miles at seventeen hoping for a surprise for the man who'd watched over him all his life, until.
A shudder. He shifts his arm around him, strokes his hand up over Miles' forearm. ]
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A shudder. He shifts his arm around him, strokes his hand up over Miles' forearm. ]
You couldn't have known.