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Well, this was a rare occasion if Miles had ever crossed one. Usually Eddie wasn't like this. Usually if he felt sad or upset, he took it out with anger against Miles. But tonight was different. Tonight Eddie was curled up next to him in their bed and for once he was showing what felt a lot like genuine affection. It was nice, admittedly, but it didn't come without a price.

The older man's jaw clenched and unclenched uncomfortably and every time he nearly spoke, he decided to swallow his words instead. It was worrisome for the reporter because he never knew what Eddie was thinking. Miles had quickly learned to always rely on actions a words when it came to his partner, but right now he wasn't getting any signs. It had a million and one (terrible) things running through his mind until finally--

"Do you ever wonder if the world would be better off without you?" Eddie's soft tones graced Miles waiting ears and where he should have felt relief he only felt a heavier dread.

If Miles were an honest man he would have said yes, and if once he ever held an ounce of humility in his body he would have elaborated on the subject. However, he evidently possessed neither trait at the moment and his relations to the sentence spoken to him stayed trapped behind his teeth. He loved Eddie, but he didn't trust him to burrow beneath his skin any further than he already had.

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Miles' vision had gone blurry at this point from being hit repetitively and the man that stood above him was speaking, but there was no understanding between them now. Out of all of the variants he had encountered, none of them had been quite this vicious. Sure, Chris was merciless in his killing, but at least it was over quickly.

This was torture.

"Who do you think you are, Upshur?" That voice. It was thick with venom and something not unlike disease. He sounded sick in the worst way, like Trager had before. Something disastrous had seeped into this man's veins a long time ago and he wasn't about to flush it out for Miles' sake. "You can't just waltz into a place like this and get away with it."

Those words held a truth that Miles had always ignored. He always just did what he had to do to get the story, this wasn't his first B&E and this wasn't his first time hearing a variation of that same sentence. This time, though, he feared he'd kicked in his last corporate door and all things considered, he shouldn't go down easily.

"How does it feel, Mr. Blaire--" The reporter choked out and attempted to stand, stumbling over the weight of gravity that felt a lot heavier than he'd ever remembered. Still, he tried to sound as obnoxiously professional, as reporter-esque, as possible."To know you caused this? How does it feel to know that this mess is all your fault?"