Miles was surprised to find that Erin had actually leaned into his hug. He couldn't help it. He was so typically hard, but now just seeing her do that small gesture made him melt a little bit inside. He was, if not extremely, happy that he was able to have the chance to hold her like this, even if it was only temporary. He needed this right now too. He had so much running through his mind and this was just the right distraction from it all. His hand made its way to the back of her head, and he gently held it as she cried on his chest, letting all her sadness about the loss of her mother and the possibly fragile state her father was in just flow in all the warm tears and all the painful sobs that sent pangs and pangs of pain and anxiety and worry for the girl. Pulling her in closer, he tried his best not for the moment to seem too awkward. She needed this now. He needed this now.
"Oh, come on, would you believe these sons o' guns? I mean, come on, MOVE IT GODDAMNIT. WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY," Fred yelled out the window of his pick-up. "I'm sorry, Rinny, Artie, it's takin' too long."
Before long, however, he noticed the two cuddling in the back seat and, as discreetly as possible, went back to his yelling. This is greaaat, he thought to himself while yelling. All they need are a couple more nudges. Not that I'm not worried about Mr and Mrs H. Oh, man, what am I thinking? We're here to see if Mr H's alive, goddamnit. Frederick McCalister, sometimes ya just a big prick.
"Erin, it's fine, just let it out," Miles said gently to Erin in, surprisingly, a calm tone of voice. "You're gonna see your... Your dad again."
He hesitated at the word 'dad', primarily because he hadn't much of a father. He wished that he was her sometimes, having a family that cared, but he shrugged it off to try and get her back into whatever spirits she had previous, even if it was just a little bit.