[ He's never seen Miles like this. There's a different quality to his frenetic energy, punctuated by stalls, incomplete thoughts, and clear exhaustion. That crack in Miles' voice seems to cut right through him. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't think there's a lot he can do. Maybe Ivan or Gregor would have a better idea of how to handle it, but speaking to them will have to wait.
He can only imagine the scale of Miles' nightmares, though he has a good idea of what some of them might be about. Clark gives him a measured, considering look. ]
Miles. [ He shifts a little, and this time when he reaches for Miles, it's to bush his hand up against tense curve of Miles' spine, and squeeze gently at the back of his neck. ]
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He can only imagine the scale of Miles' nightmares, though he has a good idea of what some of them might be about. Clark gives him a measured, considering look. ]
Miles. [ He shifts a little, and this time when he reaches for Miles, it's to bush his hand up against tense curve of Miles' spine, and squeeze gently at the back of his neck. ]