[ Perfect. Miles nods his thanks as Wash takes the bottle, completely failing to notice that his cup is still empty. He sips at empty air instead as he makes faces at the topic of conversation. ]

I love him very much. [ His words are fierce and certain. ] But it's complicated. Always has been. More complicated now.

[ Given that Piotr doesn't know who Miles really is - and that Miles can't tell him. Death still awaits him, surely. Or perhaps worse, cold calculating usage. And that's only if the man believes him.

Regardless, it doesn't change Miles' desperation to be loved by the man. He'd been desperate for Piotr's approval until the end - and still mindful of his dead grandfather's opinion long after. ]

He had his own Piotr. Except he left rather than endure, and thinks me a collaborator for staying. Not to mention the issue of his aunt.