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Miles blames it on the marathons of cop shows he watches the first weeks after the plane lands. He can’t watch the news, doesn’t want to see his face under headlines about miraculous survivors, so he finds a never-ending stream of law and truth and justice and pat conclusions.
Really, it’s all the people he couldn’t save.
Daniel and Charlotte are dead, Claire speaks to a rock star who’s been dead for years, Kate wraps herself in a shirt of Jack’s he left at her place, and Sawyer drinks, and so Miles decides he needs some pat conclusions.
He passes the academy test on the first try. He bulks up muscles he didn’t even know he had. He hates shooting a gun, Daniel’s face swimming in front of his eyes, but he takes deep breaths and imagines he’s shooting that damn island to slivers.
His second week on the job, he meets Kevin.
It isn’t until the third time they make love, finally making it to Kevin’s bedroom, that they realize the connection. Miles reaches into the bedside drawer for a condom, and pulls out Kate’s picture instead.
Kevin and Miles kiss frantically, grinding their hips together, not even getting their uniforms off, until Kate’s and Daniel’s faces retreat back into drawers.