Wash just readily wraps his arms around him, offers what comfort he can, lets him sob, lets him shake, one hand stroking through his hair, kneading at the back of his neck. After a while, he moves to seat himself down, leaning back against that hollow log, just gently guiding Miles down with him. Still searching for something to say. There isn't much to say, is there. ]
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Wash just readily wraps his arms around him, offers what comfort he can, lets him sob, lets him shake, one hand stroking through his hair, kneading at the back of his neck. After a while, he moves to seat himself down, leaning back against that hollow log, just gently guiding Miles down with him. Still searching for something to say. There isn't much to say, is there. ]