The nauseated look on Miles's face is immediately eclipsed by one of appalled shock, and he half-lurches out of his chair, biting the inside of his cheek hard when he puts unchecked pressure on his broken leg.

"You what?" Miles's voice very nearly cracks with the crescendo, but he manages to check himself there, at least. Exactly which part of that he's objecting to isn't clear -- well, all of it, dammit. No wonder the man looks so shelled out. But that doesn't drown out the kneejerk outrage, confused and shocked. Betrayal seems like it's closing in from all sides, now, even from his future. "What the hell -- "