"Fire of my blood," she teases, using those archaic terms of endearment that she sometimes makes fun of him for. "The air in my lungs." She brushes a lock of stray golden hair from his forehead, and her voice is still light-hearted, but her gaze is serious. "You. Always you."
☠ (angry/violent headcanon) - I have a headcanon that when they were young, that Ben was very protective of Miles. One day Miles came home with a black eye and split lip and when Ben found out who gave it to him, he kicked their ass.
What you gotta understand is things used to be different. We used electricity for everything; for our computers, our phones. Even to grow food and pump water. But after the Blackout nothing worked. Not even car engines or jet turbines. Hell, even batteries. All of it gone forever. People starved. Sickness without medicine. Fires without firetrucks. Governments fell. Militias rose up. If you were smart you left the city. If you weren’t - you died there…
The world went insane overnight, and nobody knows why. — Aaron Pittman, S01E01.