[ Miles is practically vibrating off the walls by now. Has been, in fact, ever since that "diplomatic mission" to Komarr concluded and he'd been left to wait. Which - okay, from what he remembers of Mark, that's probably the best thing he can do right now. Still. He's ready to burst by the time his father finally, finally return with Mark in tow.
God. He looks so young. And too thin for his own good. Miles barely manages to keep himself from going straight to Mark - he'd probably just scare the poor guy - and stops in the foyer a good ten feet from the two of them. Still practically hovering. ]
You're here. [ Said a little breathlessly, directed at both of them but mostly at Mark. ] I - are you alright?
[ Don't call him Mark yet, he reminds himself. He has to support and accept whatever his brother decides to do. ]
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God. He looks so young. And too thin for his own good. Miles barely manages to keep himself from going straight to Mark - he'd probably just scare the poor guy - and stops in the foyer a good ten feet from the two of them. Still practically hovering. ]
You're here. [ Said a little breathlessly, directed at both of them but mostly at Mark. ] I - are you alright?
[ Don't call him Mark yet, he reminds himself. He has to support and accept whatever his brother decides to do. ]