[ Another kind of unsteady nod, and he lets Miles take his wrist. He seems lost, still, less so than before, but there's an unfamiliarity to this, too. He's used to weathering these nights out on his own. ]
-- Sure. Okay. [ Don't mind his shitty conversation. He'll get better. ]
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-- Sure. Okay. [ Don't mind his shitty conversation. He'll get better. ]