"That's fair," Miles answered, nodding once. He really didn't feel like eating anything, but there were still things he had to do that day, and getting through it all would be hard enough without trying to do it without something in his stomach. He settled on eating some of the fruit first, figuring it would be easier.

"Thank you," he said, after a moment. Sometimes that was all that need to be said; Miles could imagine how much that really meant. It wasn't just being there then, but...all of this. From the beginning, from that one case which seemed like an eternity ago, until now. "I still don't think I'm worth the trouble, but...thank you."

He let out a laugh - the kind that would have been tears if not for the fact that he felt as if he couldn't produce anymore. "I...well. I think I still have your jacket. I had it this morning, at least..."