[ It's a warning rattle. Miles himself doesn't know he broadcasts it; he's too much of a fish to see the water he's swimming in. The feeling doesn't abate yet, but neither does it worsen. Just perched, precariously.
He inches closer on the bed, close enough that he can fist his hands in the front of Jim's shirt while Jim still maintains his grip on Miles' wrists. Very close to Jim now, practically in his face. Not enough. Never enough. ]
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He inches closer on the bed, close enough that he can fist his hands in the front of Jim's shirt while Jim still maintains his grip on Miles' wrists. Very close to Jim now, practically in his face. Not enough. Never enough. ]