[ Oh. That little note of pride is enough to make tears well in his eyes, worry shifting to a bright pinprick of joy. Then - guilt. He worked hard, to be sure, but surely his father is the real hero here. Certainly Miles would have dashed it all to pieces that first morning if he'd been allowed. So rather than demur or raise a self-deprecating objection, he simply says: ]
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You knew why I was at the door.