Miles is regretting this conversation a hell of a lot, too, and he's feeling more judged by himself than he ever thought possible. He sinks back into the chair, his face dark.
"You're overreacting," he snaps, uncomfortably aware of the hypocrisy. God, this is so fucking weird. "So let's talk about something else instead: why are you so intent on being so frigging miserable?"
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"You're overreacting," he snaps, uncomfortably aware of the hypocrisy. God, this is so fucking weird. "So let's talk about something else instead: why are you so intent on being so frigging miserable?"