[ There it is. Were he a betting man, he'd have put money down on Asher breaking in less than five.
He just didn't seem the type to be able to hold onto his emotions very well. The honest, earnest sort. Not callous, not yet. Normal. And while the guy chokes on his heart, Miles scrubs his hands clean. There's nothing tender about the way he does it, but there is a steadiness - something like steel in the set of his jaw and the distance in his eyes. This level of self-loathing means more to him than anything short of outright confession would. ]
You're not the only one on this team who's killed.
[ It's not the most comforting thing he could say, but he's shit at that sort of thing. ]
The only one who has any right to judge you for it, is yourself.
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He just didn't seem the type to be able to hold onto his emotions very well. The honest, earnest sort. Not callous, not yet. Normal. And while the guy chokes on his heart, Miles scrubs his hands clean. There's nothing tender about the way he does it, but there is a steadiness - something like steel in the set of his jaw and the distance in his eyes. This level of self-loathing means more to him than anything short of outright confession would. ]
You're not the only one on this team who's killed.
[ It's not the most comforting thing he could say, but he's shit at that sort of thing. ]
The only one who has any right to judge you for it, is yourself.
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