Oh. Right. Miles doesn't know everything. If it's five years ago, then...what? He'd be just off that misadventure on Earth. The last time they would have seen one another would have been after Miles gave him that credit-chit...That night he killed Galen. So - yeah. It'd be weird, he guesses. Mark all fat. Mark approaching his brother instead of running away.

Is it a relief? Knowing that Miles doesn't know about that Jacksonian misadventure? Or miserable, because he'll have to explain it at some point? A relief, he decides, for all that he can't help but dread the inevitable explanation. His brother, never having died. That's...good.

He sticks his hands into his pockets. Mutters in response - "It's...complicated." Then - "But I'm a Vorkosigan now. That's what matters."