[ She smiles, a ghost of the ones she gave him last night, but still there. ]

You're my friend. I'm afraid worrying about you comes with the territory. [ She's said it already, but it bears repeating, because being a friend to her means.. So many things. More than she knows how to put into words. Not-Sans voice pushes at her mind, but the words don't break through. Lara lifts their joined hands and presses a soft, dry kiss to the back of Miles'. A confirmation and a promise of all the things she can't put into words (Like he wants that from some crazy chick). ]

Tell me later? Please. I want to understand.