So it is Gregor? One who recognizes him, in fact, but plainly comes from some alternate lifetime. Miles sits heavily in the chair across from the couch - purposely designed to be a bit lower than average, so that he can sit comfortably in it without his feet dangling off the floor.

How does he begin to explain? He's not sure he can. Not sure he wants to, even. The prospect is painfully huge to even consider, and that's before he knows a damn thing about how this Gregor thinks of his Miles. Better to find that out first.

"Nothing has happened to me. I'm the same as I always am." His new normal, for certain definitions thereof. "Am I different? Shorter, perhaps?" Surely that's the most obvious difference. Or maybe he's some kind of goblin or dwarf to Gregor's elf, who knows.