It's almost instantaneous, the part of Miles that knows he's doomed. That rough, forced link he's made with Kurt, forced into their fragile, violated mind like an invasive virus, digging it's tendrils deeper and deeper -- that recoils in terror at the blazing, scourging rage that blisters forth from the small human. Even as Miles steps forward, like Kurt is still that terrified, easily-controlled broken creatute they'd been, he knows in his soul he's already lost. He's taken a pup from a mother wolf, and in doing so, signed his own death warrant.

Still, he reaches out, commanding and firm, trying to exert his Alpha influence even now. "None of that, so need to cause a scene," he begins, even as his inward self shrieks and recoils in mindless fear. "We can settle this rationally--"

Miles is cut off by another thin wail from the baby, who's wiggling and squirming on the wagon seat. The cry is accompanied by the child's innocent, earnest presence reaching through the link towards Kurt, towards her mother, expressing a sudden thrill of fear for the first time. She's sensed their terror, their panic before, but she's always been shielded from the full force of what it feels like.

But now, alone and cold and confused, she feels it for herself, crying out on every level for Kurt to come save her, protect her, make the scary things and hands and voices go away.