[ He listens, his expression quiet, lifting a hand after a while to curve it over Miles' arm, his grip firm. Trying to steady him, ground him to something at least. ]
You're holding together better than I would.
-- I'm sorry. [ For asking in the first place, maybe, knowing there was little he could do. For not being able to do more. ] It does matter, to me, but all I can do is this.
[ Ask and listen. Not the kind of outlet Miles is talking about, but an outlet nonetheless, maybe? He wants to help. But maybe he just can't, here. ]
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You're holding together better than I would.
-- I'm sorry. [ For asking in the first place, maybe, knowing there was little he could do. For not being able to do more. ] It does matter, to me, but all I can do is this.
[ Ask and listen. Not the kind of outlet Miles is talking about, but an outlet nonetheless, maybe? He wants to help. But maybe he just can't, here. ]