It'll be a brand new liver by then, anyway, so if anything his younger self should have more reason to drink. Miles stands to one side of his alternate, offering an arm if he'll take it. On the one hand, he knows how stubborn he is ... on the other hand, who better to get help from than himself?

"Well. Less of a place, admittedly, and more of a person," he says, trying to sound nonchalant himself. "There's a woman here I've been helping translate for. Deals a lot with us interlopers. Makes a damn fine batch of mead." May in fact be terrified by two of them showing up, but eh. He'll take a quiet room and alcohol right now.