"Ha," Miles says, narrowing his eyes at the other Miles and then shaking his head before taking his own bracing drink. "No, I'm not the same as Mark, I'm the same as you. There's a difference. Obviously." He feels like he's losing his footing in this conversation and rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. God, today's been exhausting. "Do I really become this much of a prick in five years?"