[ Miles' expression softens instantly in sympathy. Being a cut-out figure doesn't seem much better than rotting from the inside out of boredom. Hesitantly, he reaches out to put his hand over Gregor's, if he'll allow it. ]

Mother is probably wildly trying to find me even now. But otherwise ... no one for me either. I can't find anything to do with my life that seems worthwhile. You too?