Right. He's going to have to catch this other Miles up on...a lot of things that haven't happened to him, evidently. Now there's a thought to throw him for a loop. If he's the only one who spent all that time on the Moira, then are they even really the same person? Doesn't just this meeting make them fundamentally different? Fuck. Miles pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You're right. We need drinks if we're going to swap stories." He opens his eyes and blows out his breath, no more easily than before. He rolls his head to the side to give his older self a thoroughly bleak smile before he starts to push himself back up. Where'd that stick go... "I don't think you're going to like mine."