[He feels that warmth blink out before losing contact with Miles. Shit. He definitely didn't need telepathy for a reaction like that.]
Okay wait, we're not doing this like this.
[He reaches over the side of the bed, grabs his boxer briefs and sits up to put them back on, grabbing Miles' undergarments and tossing them near him before settling back on the bed legs crossed, facing Miles squarely. His hands are folded, playing with his fingers as he leans forward, giving Miles a bit of time to compose himself.
He's had this conversation before just...never with someone quite like Miles--someone he didn't want to lose entirely.]
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Okay wait, we're not doing this like this.
[He reaches over the side of the bed, grabs his boxer briefs and sits up to put them back on, grabbing Miles' undergarments and tossing them near him before settling back on the bed legs crossed, facing Miles squarely. His hands are folded, playing with his fingers as he leans forward, giving Miles a bit of time to compose himself.
He's had this conversation before just...never with someone quite like Miles--someone he didn't want to lose entirely.]