"I don't think you want to be anywhere, now, do you?"

Miles spoke quietly, knowing that raising his voice wouldn't change anything.. it might make things worse, in fact. If he lost his voice now, he wouldn't be able to speak to Ken at all. He draped his own jacket over Ken.

He bit his lip, one hand resting on Ken's shoulder.

I want you here.

He couldn't say it, not now.