[ Very, very wiggly. Wash is more than capable of holding him at least, and even when Miles starts to calm, he doesn't let go. He squeezes his arm a little pointedly around his chest, leaning down enough that he can lower his voice slightly. ]
Let's save the yelling for when we get out of camp, at least. Yes?
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Let's save the yelling for when we get out of camp, at least. Yes?
[ Nodding is good, Miles. ]