[ miles' irritation quickly shifts to alarm when the other man grabs him, his eyes going wide as ivan's feet plant against his chest and shove. he curls in on himself instinctively, not that it does any good -- he gasps out a rush of breath as he feels his brittle bones strain under the force, and for a moment he's genuinely terrified he might wind up with more than one broken rib. but thankfully he's clear of ivan's feet before his bones give, and miles sucks down a nervous breath, staring in disbelief and incipient outrage at him. ]
Ivan, you idiot -- have you lost your frigging mind? What the hell?
[ one arm is crossed over his front protectively, his hand probing for unseen damages -- the other is strained to reach some handhold as he sails away from the other man, on a collision course for the wall. miles is going to smother him in his sleep, he swears. ]
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Ivan, you idiot -- have you lost your frigging mind? What the hell?
[ one arm is crossed over his front protectively, his hand probing for unseen damages -- the other is strained to reach some handhold as he sails away from the other man, on a collision course for the wall. miles is going to smother him in his sleep, he swears. ]