[ ah, that smile -- he'd like to bring it out of her in full again, watch her face bloom with warmth like it had last night. it teases a faint echo of his own smile, his chest swelling a little at the chaste press of her lips to the back of his hand. oh, he's well-versed in hearing the unspoken. ]
Likewise. I've resigned myself to it.
[ he gives her a wry little smile, a quirk of the lips. he returns the gesture, lifting her hand to his lips to press a light kiss to the backs of her knuckles. but he wasn't expecting that entreaty from her, that honest desire to know -- most people don't. largely because when miles is crazy in other people's direction, they tend to steer away, which is fair. there's a moment of muted surprise on his face before he blinks it away with a little twinge in his chest, because he knows he's said too much now. dammit. but that someone else to know...
he wonders if lara would like admiral naismith. ]
I don't know how much I can really say about it, but -- I'll try. [ there's no lie in those words. he'll tell her everything he can without giving himself away any more than he already has. he smiles just faintly. ] Thank you, Lara.
[ She nods, understanding. If she notices his surprise, she doesn't say anything. Given the amount of times Miles has unwittingly plunged feet first into the tangled mess of Lara's own mad grief and trauma, she wants to do something to ease a little of the weight of his own. ]
You're welcome.
[ From Miles' desk comes Not-Sans' derisive snort. Neurotics build castles in the sky, psychotics live in them, psychiatrists collect the rent. Lara resists the urge to pull a face at him, but the desk still gets a slight frown. ]
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Likewise. I've resigned myself to it.
[ he gives her a wry little smile, a quirk of the lips. he returns the gesture, lifting her hand to his lips to press a light kiss to the backs of her knuckles. but he wasn't expecting that entreaty from her, that honest desire to know -- most people don't. largely because when miles is crazy in other people's direction, they tend to steer away, which is fair. there's a moment of muted surprise on his face before he blinks it away with a little twinge in his chest, because he knows he's said too much now. dammit. but that someone else to know...
he wonders if lara would like admiral naismith. ]
I don't know how much I can really say about it, but -- I'll try. [ there's no lie in those words. he'll tell her everything he can without giving himself away any more than he already has. he smiles just faintly. ] Thank you, Lara.
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You're welcome.
[ From Miles' desk comes Not-Sans' derisive snort. Neurotics build castles in the sky, psychotics live in them, psychiatrists collect the rent. Lara resists the urge to pull a face at him, but the desk still gets a slight frown. ]