Miles hunkers down under the shawl, shaky fingers curling around the edges to draw it in more tightly. Not that it helps the crying, but it's little surprise at the moment as exhausted and run down as he felt. If he wasn't going to cry he was going to scream, so lesser of two evils really.

But they have a plan now. Someone knows what's going on and that's immensely comforting, even as Miles is lifted, head tilting to rest on Steve's shoulder as the world seemed to swim at the motion. The contact helped anchor him at least, though if he realized how damp his mask probably felt now, he wouldn't be leaning face-first.

"They-" A faint watery sound that might have been an attempt at a laugh. "It's like mom all over again. The teachers keep asking if I'm okay and they keep telling me they're being patient with me, that I shouldn't take advantage and- what is there to even take advantage of, he's gone and it's my fault-"

Sorry Steve did you think school was a safe subject? Think again.