Of all the people Miles thought would help him out of his snow pile, Mark is definitely in the bottom five. Maybe bottom two if he factors in the fact that Mark is willingly helping him out of his own mess. He shivers his way free of the snow and stares at his brother, momentarily lost for words. (What the hell is going on? He'd sure fucking like to know!)

"Mark--" his answering hiss matches Mark's perfectly. His initial impulse to swear is curbed by his own jolt of relief at seeing a familiar face. Even if it sort of is his own. "-- I don't know," he finishes awkwardly. "I've been trying to find out."