[ lara's hand is fisted in his jacket, but miles knows it isn't him she's talking to. he leans with the tug on his jacket, but he lets her go when she pulls away, his arm loosing from her shoulders, unwilling to hold her in place if she wants to go.
for half a second he thinks she's going to vomit, but then she hurls the wastebin at the wall, and miles nearly flinches, little more than a reflexive twitch of his shoulders. this is a little farther out of the realm of not okay he was expecting, but given everything he knows about lara -- and everything he's pieced together from reading between the lines -- he shouldn't be surprised.
miles swallows the urge to break the silence with a tasteless response like and yet, here i am and instead draws in a shallow breath and holds it. he plants his hand on the couch just behind lara, neither touching nor pulling away. he can't imagine how different the her circumstances are from his, but he knows that look, that tension. the look of someone who was miles and years away from here just two seconds ago. his voice comes out a gentle murmur. ]
Lara.
[ he falters after her name, realizing he's got no followup and fumbling desperately for something to say, something useful to say. what is he supposed to say? what would he want someone to say, when all he can see is murka's head, sergeant beatrice's rapidly disappearing form? ]
Wherever you were just now, you're still here. [ he catches a breath. ] With me. It's alright.
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for half a second he thinks she's going to vomit, but then she hurls the wastebin at the wall, and miles nearly flinches, little more than a reflexive twitch of his shoulders. this is a little farther out of the realm of not okay he was expecting, but given everything he knows about lara -- and everything he's pieced together from reading between the lines -- he shouldn't be surprised.
miles swallows the urge to break the silence with a tasteless response like and yet, here i am and instead draws in a shallow breath and holds it. he plants his hand on the couch just behind lara, neither touching nor pulling away. he can't imagine how different the her circumstances are from his, but he knows that look, that tension. the look of someone who was miles and years away from here just two seconds ago. his voice comes out a gentle murmur. ]
Lara.
[ he falters after her name, realizing he's got no followup and fumbling desperately for something to say, something useful to say. what is he supposed to say? what would he want someone to say, when all he can see is murka's head, sergeant beatrice's rapidly disappearing form? ]
Wherever you were just now, you're still here. [ he catches a breath. ] With me. It's alright.