[Gregor follows after a few minutes later, with rather less hurry. He ends up in the kitchen with his newest mental link closed firmly and the one to Miles slowly easing its way back open again, to its more normal state, if a bit wider for its time narrowed.
He settles himself heavily in a dining chair and looks over at him.] Well. What do you say, want to be my heir?
[All that's coming from him mentally is a wash of tiredness, like he'd just finished sprinting, Gregor's outmaneuvering of Miles's brother much like Miles's own lying as fast as he can talk. Beneath the weariness is sadness, and curiosity, and admittedly a little wonder.]
(Miles)
He settles himself heavily in a dining chair and looks over at him.] Well. What do you say, want to be my heir?
[All that's coming from him mentally is a wash of tiredness, like he'd just finished sprinting, Gregor's outmaneuvering of Miles's brother much like Miles's own lying as fast as he can talk. Beneath the weariness is sadness, and curiosity, and admittedly a little wonder.]