"You okay?" Miles asked, holding you close as the two of you swung to a nearby warehouse. His chest was warm as he squeezed you briefly, his gaze resting on you as he gently put you onto the roof.

"I fought off most of them, Hobie's fighting the rest." Miles sighed, his hands shaking at the thought of losing you. The criminals attacked so fast, he acted on impulse, taking you to safety. He turns to you, feeling a flurry of emotions. Fear, worry, but most of all, he's scared to lose you.