Miles has his mouth open to expound on that whole identity crisis -- because really, considering the place his older self is in, he probably ought to hear about it -- but then he stops Miles, and Miles vents out a sigh instead.

"It defies mere notion of sanity. I had a murderous ten-year-old break my arm with a hand weight." Ah, good times with Chara. Terrifying little shit. At least Miles had gotten to throw them in the pool after.

But yes, onto better and brighter things. Miles's grin turns more genuine, if a little glazed. That is a better topic, if a little painful in its own way. He misses them all as fiercely as he misses Elli and Taura. "Oh, yes. Lovely girl named Lara. Very sweet. Explorer adventurer type, at least as fucked up as I am. Nothing like bonding over hallucinations." It's said with wry fondness, though, because...Lara really was sweet. Not as commanding as the women he usually goes for, he surprised himself, but underneath all that she was unbelievably fierce. It was hard not to like her. "And there were...others."

He coughs delicately, dropping his gaze to his lap as he twists his lips in contemplation. He's not sure how he ought to approach this one, or if his older self has had the same kind of sexual awakening Miles'd had on the Moira. That had really been a very...unique set of circumstances.