Miles has seen this type of trauma before, when he's been on assignment. Not regarding animals, but there's a kind of wariness, of keeping one's head on a swivel. He knows that. He's been there. He still avoids medical settings when he can, and finds tight spaces both terribly claustrophobic and wonderfully soothing.
Trauma's a hell of a thing.
As he gets closer, walking down the street, he recognizes her, back from the Visitor Center. Nyx, isn't it?
He walks up alongside her, making sure his footfalls are loud enough that she (hopefully) won't be surprised by his approach, and maintains a slightly-bigger-than-arm's-reach distance between them.
"Welcome back," he says, as though she's an old acquaintance and not someone who'd held tetanus razors to his back the last time they saw each other. "Here to stay, or just visiting?"
He's playing with fire. They didn't exactly get off on the right foot when they'd met before. He's hoping that his stance - casual, both hands out beside him and open, and a non-threatening way of walking - will keep her from giving him Super Tetanus. Or threatening to.
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Trauma's a hell of a thing.
As he gets closer, walking down the street, he recognizes her, back from the Visitor Center. Nyx, isn't it?
He walks up alongside her, making sure his footfalls are loud enough that she (hopefully) won't be surprised by his approach, and maintains a slightly-bigger-than-arm's-reach distance between them.
"Welcome back," he says, as though she's an old acquaintance and not someone who'd held tetanus razors to his back the last time they saw each other. "Here to stay, or just visiting?"
He's playing with fire. They didn't exactly get off on the right foot when they'd met before. He's hoping that his stance - casual, both hands out beside him and open, and a non-threatening way of walking - will keep her from giving him Super Tetanus. Or threatening to.