[ miles' comment draws a slight rumble of amusement from maine, low rolling laughter that moves through his chest and shoulders like a rarely used engine revving to life. it's not laughter directed at his pitiful attempt to defend himself — no, fuck that, definitely not, good for him — but his stubbornness, god, most people in his position would hang their head in defeat and trudge home to privately lick their wounds; miles doesn't even seem particularly bothered. either this happens so frequently that it doesn't affect him beyond momentarily pissing him off, or he's putting on a front.
that definitely isn't his business, so instead of prying he turns his attention to where miles' arm is clutched protectively over his side. one quick glance over his shoulder tells him that the soldiers are out of earshot but probably not eyeshot, and they'd be better off backtracking to familiar territory. he steers miles' around with a light hand on his shoulder and walks close beside him while they move, only parting to give him space when they're near piotr's camp.
in most cases, maine would walk away and leave miles to his business, and that would be the end of it. what miles doesn't know is that maine picked up some ( pretty killer, he'd humbly say if he could still talk ) first aid skills during his time with the unsc and freelancer, and he fully intends on taking a look at miles' side, preferably with his permission but he's not opposed to wrestling him for the right.
he nods at an empty tent on the fringes of piotr's camp, and then gestures toward it for emphasis. in there. don't argue. ]
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that definitely isn't his business, so instead of prying he turns his attention to where miles' arm is clutched protectively over his side. one quick glance over his shoulder tells him that the soldiers are out of earshot but probably not eyeshot, and they'd be better off backtracking to familiar territory. he steers miles' around with a light hand on his shoulder and walks close beside him while they move, only parting to give him space when they're near piotr's camp.
in most cases, maine would walk away and leave miles to his business, and that would be the end of it. what miles doesn't know is that maine picked up some ( pretty killer, he'd humbly say if he could still talk ) first aid skills during his time with the unsc and freelancer, and he fully intends on taking a look at miles' side, preferably with his permission but he's not opposed to wrestling him for the right.
he nods at an empty tent on the fringes of piotr's camp, and then gestures toward it for emphasis. in there. don't argue. ]