Does Piotr have the same maddening tracks in his own head, then? The ones that Miles falls into all too often? He glances over at his grandfather's downturned expression, unable to read it. But the body language seems clear enough. This is a man who's thought about every possibility but found them all wanting.

"Useful as well," he murmurs. This stall is clean, so he sets his shovel down a moment. Shifts towards some of the tack instead, checking it over. "I'll not trouble you, then."

False; Miles loves talking too much to keep that up long. Especially with his grandfather. But he quiets a moment, anyway, picking at a bridle where one of the bits has come off. He carefully moves to reattach it correctly.