[ Clark drops his hand. There's a brief flicker of something in his expression, but it's little more than reflexive. He knows that it isn't personal - that Miles has never been afraid of him. It isn't really about him at all. He remembers Miles' quiet admission when they'd first started all of this.
A silent request for personal space is one that he's more than willing to abide by, but he does settle on the edge of the bed, clearly not planning to go anywhere. He knows that look on Miles' face. He's shoring himself up for a fight, which is exactly what Clark was hoping to avoid, but it seems like that kind of thing is generally inevitable between them.
It doesn't surprise him at all that someone has sedated Miles more than once. ]
And it's clearly not working in the long run. [ A pause. ] Miles, I wouldn't sedate you against your will, and if I was going to try, you would already be asleep. Do you want to talk about whatever's going on?
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A silent request for personal space is one that he's more than willing to abide by, but he does settle on the edge of the bed, clearly not planning to go anywhere. He knows that look on Miles' face. He's shoring himself up for a fight, which is exactly what Clark was hoping to avoid, but it seems like that kind of thing is generally inevitable between them.
It doesn't surprise him at all that someone has sedated Miles more than once. ]
And it's clearly not working in the long run. [ A pause. ] Miles, I wouldn't sedate you against your will, and if I was going to try, you would already be asleep. Do you want to talk about whatever's going on?