[Of course he hadn't been thinking. Or rather, he had, because this is Mr. Miles, but everything else but J. Because even after knowing her after all these months, having read the papers and interviews about her life, being aware of her emotional instability better than anyone else on this damn ship he had decided to tell her -- apparently truly believing that the news about a child in her home would help her. In a way, she could appreciate his honesty and trust in her, if she weren't in such deep shock and devastated state. Right now she couldn't think of anything.
She watches him through her tears as he takes the clumsy steps back, eyes wide and unseeing. It's the sound of files dropping on the floor that brings her back to the moment, the soft and subtle thud-sound echoing loudly in her ears. She lifts her gaze from the floor to meet Miles' upset and concerned eyes. Shit, indeed.
The fear of something still refuses to let go of her and the medbay starts all of the sudden feel too small and she couldn't breathe. She needs to get up, leave and go somewhere safe, away from the files and him. With her head still spinning and stomach burning, J pushes herself up from the floor as fast as possible, swaying little on her feet and runs off, heading towards the exit.]
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She watches him through her tears as he takes the clumsy steps back, eyes wide and unseeing. It's the sound of files dropping on the floor that brings her back to the moment, the soft and subtle thud-sound echoing loudly in her ears. She lifts her gaze from the floor to meet Miles' upset and concerned eyes. Shit, indeed.
The fear of something still refuses to let go of her and the medbay starts all of the sudden feel too small and she couldn't breathe. She needs to get up, leave and go somewhere safe, away from the files and him. With her head still spinning and stomach burning, J pushes herself up from the floor as fast as possible, swaying little on her feet and runs off, heading towards the exit.]