"So that's it?" Miles starts angrily, trying not to get dragged into what might just be a circular argument and failing spectacularly. "You fucked up and that's it? You're not even trying to -- "

But then his older self grabs him by the collar again and nearly unbalances him. Miles tries to shove his hand away, understanding dawning on his bewildered face.

"What?" Miles can't seem to get past the angry disbelief part of this conversation. Too drunk. Seeing himself at full stop like this -- this had better just be one of his shitty low periods, his future self had better bounce back from this. "That's what you're focusing on?"