Nothing Left | Miles, Bass | Grave| M | AU |Death References, Suicidal Thoughts | Summary: The Mathesons die in a car accident, not the Monroes
Miles stared at the grave - Ben’s - in front of himself. “It should’ve been me.”
At a loss for words, Bass rubbed the other man’s back. “Okay.” The word that at last came from his mouth was nonsense, but he figured it was better than nothing. “Come on, Miles. That’s enough.”
Miles didn’t seem to hear him, putting the bottle on the ground as he ran his hand over his face and rubbed his eyes.
“Well, you’ve got me.” Bass meant it from the bottom of his heart, although at that point he’d say anything to make Miles feel better, to crawl from whatever hell he must have been in. “And you’ve got Charlie,” he added as an afterthought.
“Charlie…” Miles let out a bitter laugh. “She’s just a kid, Bass.”
“Well, she’s your niece.” Bass couldn’t quite hold back the anger at the thought that Miles would reject that sweet little girl out of self-pity.
It seemed to sober his friend up, at least for a bit.
“That’s not what I meant, Bass. I mean, she’s just a kid. How am I supposed to take care of her? I know nothing about kids. Look at me, I… I’m not good for anything. I’m not good for her.”
Bass felt the slightest bit of relief wash over him. It wasn’t much, but if this was what Miles thought, that was something he could work with.
Miles stared at the grave - Ben’s - in front of himself. “It should’ve been me.”
At a loss for words, Bass rubbed the other man’s back. “Okay.” The word that at last came from his mouth was nonsense, but he figured it was better than nothing. “Come on, Miles. That’s enough.”
Miles didn’t seem to hear him, putting the bottle on the ground as he ran his hand over his face and rubbed his eyes.
“I got nothing left. I got n...” Miles’ voice broke. “I got nothing.”
“Well, you’ve got me.” Bass meant it from the bottom of his heart, although at that point he’d say anything to make Miles feel better, to crawl from whatever hell he must have been in. “And you’ve got Charlie,” he added as an afterthought.
“Charlie…” Miles let out a bitter laugh. “She’s just a kid, Bass.”
“Well, she’s your niece.” Bass couldn’t quite hold back the anger at the thought that Miles would reject that sweet little girl out of self-pity.
It seemed to sober his friend up, at least for a bit.
“That’s not what I meant, Bass. I mean, she’s just a kid. How am I supposed to take care of her? I know nothing about kids. Look at me, I… I’m not good for anything. I’m not good for her.”
Bass felt the slightest bit of relief wash over him. It wasn’t much, but if this was what Miles thought, that was something he could work with.
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This one got a little away from me, you can read the entire thing on AO3.
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I love the switch around.
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