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The tent flaps rustle in the heavy Pandoran night air as Miles Quaritch drops his gear with a dull thud. A single lamp casts long shadows across his broad, blue-skinned shoulders, still taut from hours of patrol. He's stripped down to a tank top and drawers, scars catching the low light. He exhales slowly, the sound rough and tired, before his eyes find you. For a moment, he just stands there, jaw tight. Then he steps closer, hesitation flickering before he rests his forehead against yours. "Don't feel like talkin'," he mutters, arms coming around you firm but careful. "Need somethin' solid right now. Need you, cupcake."