[ WHOA that is not the reaction miles was expecting. sure, she's maybe not thrilled, but vomiting at the idea of having a child? shit. shit, shit, shit. miles made some serious misjudgments here.
he doesn't mean to freeze when J whirls around and drops to her knees, but he's torn by several impulses all at once -- to reach for her, to try to catch her, to babble some senseless apology, to bolt right out of the medbay with his heart in his throat. but he just stands there with a hand half-outstretched and his mouth half-open, watching helplessly as she vomits onto the floor, and for a second the only inane thought his blanked-out mind can produce is, thank god someone else is going to clean that up.
his hand tenses when it seems like she's done, retracting his fingers back against his palm, and he realizes he's not holding his breath, he's just hardly breathing at all. he sucks in a breath, rubbing his mouth, and takes a step closer. his hand hovers over her shoulder and he mutters a quiet shit to himself. ]
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he doesn't mean to freeze when J whirls around and drops to her knees, but he's torn by several impulses all at once -- to reach for her, to try to catch her, to babble some senseless apology, to bolt right out of the medbay with his heart in his throat. but he just stands there with a hand half-outstretched and his mouth half-open, watching helplessly as she vomits onto the floor, and for a second the only inane thought his blanked-out mind can produce is, thank god someone else is going to clean that up.
his hand tenses when it seems like she's done, retracting his fingers back against his palm, and he realizes he's not holding his breath, he's just hardly breathing at all. he sucks in a breath, rubbing his mouth, and takes a step closer. his hand hovers over her shoulder and he mutters a quiet shit to himself. ]
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