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[moneyballer]

[Asher's jaw hangs open in dismay as the gears click and whir in his fear-addled brain, connecting the dots slowly but surely.

Miles' voice had seemed familiar, not deep but hoarse and wiry, like his own soul had died in his throat a long time ago. Right, right, the person who called him in the first place-]

Oh my god.

[All this time, the younger man's head hasn't been on straight. Despite being touched and having his hands washed by the other, he's failed to even notice that Miles has two fingers missing.]

I'm so sorry.

[This isn't just some shitty teammate who tried to spook him, that much is clear, from the oddly kind way the other has been handling things. He isn't gentle or soft, but practical, and his tone has been stern but lacking in judgment.]

I...

[Asher is backing away now, guilt's filthy hands have seized him.]

I gotta go.

[upshur]

Are you fucking shitting me. Get the fuck back h--

[ HE CAME HERE TO LOCATE YOU, ASHER FANCYWHITEBOYLASTNAME.

Miles reaches out, one hand snatching at Asher's wrist. A snarl on his face, and unforeseen strength in his grasp. If he connects, he's going to haul Asher in - but if he misses, he's not going to make a second attempt. ]

[moneyballer]

[Miles' hand just barely misses Asher's as he scuttles away, too frazzled to really process what's just gone down.

One day, he'll be more grateful.]