'I mean, to call it playing hero… it's not exactly like that, c'mon.'
Blake tapped at the hand holding his head down, wanting to lift his gaze properly.
Myles didn't move it right away. He kept it there, but the pressure eased, fingers no longer forcing him still, just resting, like he hadn't decided whether to let go or not.
"Look, I wasn't trying to get myself into a fight, but I couldn't just stand there and watch him get hurt, either."
"Why."
"Eh… I guess it's because I've got no reason to ignore it, either."
Even if he wanted to drag Myles into the excuse, it probably wouldn't have worked. And right now was the worst possible time to risk irritating him, let alone pushing him into actual anger, something Blake had never really seen.
'Although I doubt he'll ever be pissed off at someone because of something like that.'
Looking at that face, Blake took a slow breath.
"I'm feeling lightheaded. I want to lie down."
