[ Wash is quiet, for a moment, watching him. Stopping Yuri does matter to him, but more distantly, still -- it's a goal of his own mostly because it means something to Miles more than anything else. ]
That's if he was mad at all, still. [ A clasp of his hand over Miles' arm, tugging him to a stop. Just gently pulling him with him, gesturing vaguely towards some nearby log. Sit down, Miles. He can see the gears whirring in your head. ] I guess we'll have a chance to see for ourselves.
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That's if he was mad at all, still. [ A clasp of his hand over Miles' arm, tugging him to a stop. Just gently pulling him with him, gesturing vaguely towards some nearby log. Sit down, Miles. He can see the gears whirring in your head. ] I guess we'll have a chance to see for ourselves.