<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>-<br/><hr/>Alas they found themselves at a cross roads of what to do. One path kept them on the same path that they had been on. It kept them together as whatever it was that they were before all of this, and changed nothing. It risked nothing. The other road was something else and took them into unknown territory. It risked everything. Miles was someone who thrived on risk, doing dumb things that lead to situations that he could not anticipate. That was his life. This was decidedly different though and he couldn't stop that nagging feeling that something about this just wasn't right. Not because he didn't want it, not because she had done anything wrong, but because of him. Because of who he was.<br/><br/>“I never say no to sex,” He said with a little laugh, his brow furrowing. Miles leaned his head back, pulled away from hers, so he was staring up once more into the bright sky. He never said no, but the truth was that Miles didn't know what it was to be in a relationship with someone. He was more the hit and quit it type. It came with the territory of moving around like he did. He could count the constants in his life on one of his hands, and she was one of them. That meant something, both to him and to her and the threat of jeopardizing that was not a pleasing one to consider. With her pressed all up against him, offering, he also had to wonder why he was considering anything at all. She was right in that he shouldn't be thinking.<br/><br/>“I don't,” He started, trying to find the appropriate words for what he needed to say. “I don't know how to be... Not me.” That didn't sound the way he wanted it too. Miles felt like this needed to have meaning, to be something between them. It would enhance it, sure, and he was on board with that idea. Would it change it though? Would it take them somewhere else... Because this wasn't a one time fling, this was an evolution of things that had come before and a tone setter for things to come ahead. “You're killing me right now.” He grumbled and released her sides. He took a very slow, very hesitant step backwards. “This...” He motioned between the two of them, “In a heart beat, you realize that, right?” He groaned. There was want there. That much couldn't be argued.<br/><br/>“But... But... It's one thing to ask me to come when you need me,” He started, trying to figure out how to say this without demonizing himself, “But I'm not... I don't know how to be, more?” He licked at his lips, anxiously. This made sense in his head, but he had the distinct feeling that his words were not doing it justice. “It can't be... More then this. Because I don't know how to do that.” That also sounded worse then he wanted it to. He squinted, aggravated with himself at this point.<br/><br/>His cheeks puffed and he blew out a long, exasperated stream of air, “I'm going to hurt you.” He said, finally. “Unless you know what you're getting into, I'm going to hurt you because that's what I do. And you're important, and I want to avoid that. Which I get I'm failing at here, but better a sting then a cut eh?” He shrugged a little and took another step back. “I feel like I need a speech writer...” He trailed, reaching up to rub his face, only to speak from behind his palm, “Just uh... Wow. Fuck.”