[ Miles is in the largest, most comfortable chair in the board game room / study when she arrives, having decided to polish off his adventures with a bit of tactics planning ... and falling firmly into a nap instead. Mutants and mild arrests and all ... Even Miles tires eventually. The moment she speaks, though, he jerks awake guiltily. He must really be tired if he's just having spontaneous naps like this.
He rubs at his face gently and turns towards her. ]
-- We do? Is everything all right?
[ A faint, instinctive spike of dread. Even now he fears that she'll up and decide to leave the Vorkosigans for good. Not because he doubts her loyalty, but rather his ability to inspire it. ]
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He rubs at his face gently and turns towards her. ]
-- We do? Is everything all right?
[ A faint, instinctive spike of dread. Even now he fears that she'll up and decide to leave the Vorkosigans for good. Not because he doubts her loyalty, but rather his ability to inspire it. ]