He is normally more tolerant than this. When it's not about him. When it's not one more piece of identity slipping away from him at one of his most dissociative points. Here, displaced from everything he knows on top of everything else ... No, he's not in ia good place for this right now.

God. He's so done. He's just done. He lets go of his alternate self's collar with a hissed expletive in return - also learned from their grandfather - but keeps his hand there so that he doesn't just pitch him into the fire. "Then what the hell happened." He rubs at his face. "And - why is this part different."

Spoiler alert: of course it's not different. This Miles just never thought to reexamine this part of himself.