Miles is so incapable of comprehending flirtation right now that it completely slips by him. He should be really happy he's not Waylon. Hoooo boy, that's a whole 'nother kind of fucked-up trauma.

The words she's saying make sense on their own, but all strung together, there's one that sticks out. "Turtle?" His voice is quiet and hoarse, still - the voice of a man who's suppressed his own screams all night to save his life.