[ miles draws in a breath as lara leans against him, shutting his eyes and just letting her ride it out. he can't really do anything except be here and be solid, so he does the best damn job he can, evening out his breath to try and anchor lara's. whatever burst of panic is welling up in his chest, he can put that on hold for now. later. he'll deal with it later.
it's different every time, but there are always common elements, and he recognizes the tinge of incipient nausea on her face and reaches out with his leg to nudge the nearby wastebin toward the couch, between their feet. he doesn't let go of lara, gently squeezing her shoulder. ]
Take a minute. It's alright.
[ the words are a quiet, cracked murmur. he didn't call her over to talk just to banish her at the first sign of despair. this is what he called her to do. ]
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it's different every time, but there are always common elements, and he recognizes the tinge of incipient nausea on her face and reaches out with his leg to nudge the nearby wastebin toward the couch, between their feet. he doesn't let go of lara, gently squeezing her shoulder. ]
Take a minute. It's alright.
[ the words are a quiet, cracked murmur. he didn't call her over to talk just to banish her at the first sign of despair. this is what he called her to do. ]