[ that answer's little more than a stall, because miles is still trying to get his heart under control -- not very successfully. he flinches back away from clark's hand with a petulant scowl; it isn't out of any worry that clark might hurt him, it's just that sometimes he hates that look that people get. the look that clark's giving him now. the look that means that someone's probably about to tell him what they think is best for him and then try to make him do whatever it is. he's an adult, dammit, he can take care of himself.
but miles doesn't draw back any farther than just out of immediate reach of clark's hand, leaning back on the bed, and then he huffs out a breath, some of the tension draining from his body mostly because it isn't worth the effort to sustain it. he lets his lets slide out from under him so that he's in a sitting position with his legs splayed out in front of him, slumping a little more than he generally likes, but most of his energy right now is devoted to keeping himself relatively alert and focused. he rubs his jaw, his skin rough with a day's worth of stubble growth. the look he gives clark is probably unduly wary. ]
If I say no, are you going to try to sedate me? Because I'm getting a little tired of that shtick.
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[ that answer's little more than a stall, because miles is still trying to get his heart under control -- not very successfully. he flinches back away from clark's hand with a petulant scowl; it isn't out of any worry that clark might hurt him, it's just that sometimes he hates that look that people get. the look that clark's giving him now. the look that means that someone's probably about to tell him what they think is best for him and then try to make him do whatever it is. he's an adult, dammit, he can take care of himself.
but miles doesn't draw back any farther than just out of immediate reach of clark's hand, leaning back on the bed, and then he huffs out a breath, some of the tension draining from his body mostly because it isn't worth the effort to sustain it. he lets his lets slide out from under him so that he's in a sitting position with his legs splayed out in front of him, slumping a little more than he generally likes, but most of his energy right now is devoted to keeping himself relatively alert and focused. he rubs his jaw, his skin rough with a day's worth of stubble growth. the look he gives clark is probably unduly wary. ]
If I say no, are you going to try to sedate me? Because I'm getting a little tired of that shtick.