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"Bose-" The sigh in Miles' voice was the concerned kind of sigh, Bose reminded himself firmly. Miles wasn't annoyed at him, and he knew that, so- if the lump of tears in his throat could maybe get on the same page about the whole thing, that would be fantastic-
Miles squeezed his hand. It would have been more reassuring if it hadn't been followed by Miles gently trying to pry Bose's hand away from his sleeve. "Bose, I have to find Chapa."
"No, wait, I- I know, just. Wait. Hang on, don't-" His voice cracked slightly, and he could feel his eyes burning. "Please don't leave me here. I can come with you."
And Miles' response was soft enough that Bose could almost visualize the worry in his expression. "Bose, you can't see."
Exactly, he wanted to blurt out, I can't see, and it's absolutely terrifying, and the only thing keeping me from throwing up right now is the fact that you're here.
But the words caught in his throat, and he realized that the only way he'd be able to get that particular sentence out would be through a sob. So he settled for tightening his grip on Miles' sleeve with a muttered "Don't care."
And he knew he sounded ridiculous- knew he was being ridiculous. Wasting valuable time with this stupid breakdown, Chapa was still out there fighting by herself, she could be hurt right now- oh, he was being awful, but-
He couldn't be alone right now. Not like this. He couldn't.
Miles was quiet for a moment. Just a moment, then- "Do you think you're able to walk?"
A fair question; the last time he had strained the telekinesis this much, he had collapsed from exhaustion less than five minutes later. And he might have overdone it even more this time- his vision had never gone this dark after using his powers before.
"Yes." He answered anyways, trying to sound as confident as possible.
…which apparently wasn't very confident, considering that Miles scoffed as soon as he said it. "Liar." He muttered, the fond exasperation clear enough to get Bose to crack a slight smile. "Okay. I can just carry you, then. Here-" He tugged at Bose's hand, and Bose let his arms be positioned over Miles' shoulders, loosely circling his neck. A moment later, Miles had pulled him up enough that he was fully holding Bose on his back, arms looped under his knees. "Can you hang on like that?"
Bose nodded, the sudden relief spilling out of him in a wavering breath of a sound that honestly could have been either a laugh or a sob. "Yeah." He tightened his hold on Miles' shoulders, briefly dropping his head against his friend's as he swallowed back tears. "Thanks."
"Yeah, of course." A pause. "Um- do you remember which direction Mika said…?"
"Dude."
"…yeah. Okay. Just gonna start teleporting randomly, then."
Bose smiled tiredly into Miles' shoulder. "Good plan."