Alright. Okay, yeah, no, I won't. Around him, or about him? There's a difference, and for the record, I was teasing, but I see that's a sore spot and I'll--okay.
We're in Mexico. Now, actually. You know how you said you do the thing? That gets you wet--NOT LIKE...--but ...you know. Where I suggested the air mattress? Hermann can do something vaguely similar. Same principle, different execution.
[Shrug] Maybe not, but one of these days, he's gonna fall down and break his hip, I swear to god, and the only reason he hasn't yet is because I'm usually there to catch him.
But hey, at least you two can DO something useful.
[Late in the evening, after the seminar has concluded and after a kiss and an I Love You, and a very firm you have 6 hours, no more from Hermann, Newt shows up at the location where he agreed to meet Miles, a bag in hand with tequila, some ice cream (because Newt wanted it, okay), and a pretty shitty American movie dubbed into Spanish. He might be bad at this, but he could at least fake a cover story.]
[ Miles is there in his usual brown hoodie and jeans, looking worried and a bit damp but otherwise fine. (He keeps having to teleport out of these damn seminars, it's really annoying with his range cut down to barely anything.) ]
Oh, wonderful. As always. They love administering electric shocks to my braces.
[He puts the bag down and looks Miles over, just to see if there's any visible other signs of torture, because he doesn't expect Miles to tell him everything.]
Shit. [Miles is enduring all of that? Newt wouldn't have survived long without breaking under pressure.] And Gregor just LEFT you to that? What the fuck is he thinking??
[His whisper is still pretty intense, but it IS a whisper.]
I KNOW that. Or I figured. But that doesn't change the fact that you're enduring shocks-- Why the hell are you staying if he's the only one going--? [The gesture is supposed to mean undercover. It's really just filler so he doesn't say the word.]
So why are you still here?? Why are you putting up with this? Is this some sort of crappy passive-aggressive way to get back at him for not taking you along, because that's not good--it's not good, Miles, you need to get out of here.
God, fuck, man. You're worse than me-- Why do YOU have to resist if HE'S in there? Why not just run to Mexico? What is this achie- He's not torturing you, is he?
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[ He doesn't want to broach the topic. Ever. ]
... Are you going there now? How are you getting back here?
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Alright. Okay, yeah, no, I won't. Around him, or about him? There's a difference, and for the record, I was teasing, but I see that's a sore spot and I'll--okay.
We're in Mexico. Now, actually.
You know how you said you do the thing? That gets you wet--NOT LIKE...--but ...you know. Where I suggested the air mattress? Hermann can do something vaguely similar. Same principle, different execution.
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[ His voice takes on a slight edge at that last part. ]
... That's terribly convenient. I'm jealous, actually.
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Don't be. Two is his max and it tires him pretty badly.
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But hey, at least you two can DO something useful.
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I can bring booze and ice cream, though.
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See you later.
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Breakup. God forbid. ]
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Hey. How was the seminar?
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Oh, wonderful. As always. They love administering electric shocks to my braces.
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Shit. [Miles is enduring all of that? Newt wouldn't have survived long without breaking under pressure.] And Gregor just LEFT you to that? What the fuck is he thinking??
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Keep it down. [ He hisses the words. ] No, he did not leave me. He's spying, not defecting.
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I KNOW that. Or I figured. But that doesn't change the fact that you're enduring shocks-- Why the hell are you staying if he's the only one going--? [The gesture is supposed to mean undercover. It's really just filler so he doesn't say the word.]
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[ And also self-destructive, because that is how Miles rolls. ]
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Oh god, no. Perish the thought. He never would.
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