[ It sure was a thing. Miles had let Wash lead him away easily enough, though his fists are clenched so tightly that his knuckles are white. It's not much, really. He's heard so much worse in his own time, for much more dire reasons ... But this chills him to the bone. It's a stark reminder of where and when they are, and how very desperately delicate everything is.
(How changed is the future? Has he already tipped it too much?)
He relaxes very slightly once they're past the environs of camp. Carefully, he digs out his tiny, precious bottle of medication and swallows down a pill. No seizures tonight, please ... ]
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(How changed is the future? Has he already tipped it too much?)
He relaxes very slightly once they're past the environs of camp. Carefully, he digs out his tiny, precious bottle of medication and swallows down a pill. No seizures tonight, please ... ]
It's not surprising.