[ God, he knows that feeling too well. And what can he even say about it? He'd never given up, had he, not until he absolutely had to. It was a painful lesson to learn, that sometimes there was just nothing he could do, and yet. He hasn't learned it at all. Not really.
Another few quiet moments before he lifts his other hand, gently pulling one of Miles' own from his face. Just looking down at him, quiet, his other hand slipping from his shoulder around him, pulling him forward against him. ]
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Another few quiet moments before he lifts his other hand, gently pulling one of Miles' own from his face. Just looking down at him, quiet, his other hand slipping from his shoulder around him, pulling him forward against him. ]
I know.