[ duv no he doesn't need supervision he's fine he's good he's fine

now conscious of just how exhausted he must look, miles is trying very hard to remain alert, as alert as possible, with an air very much like that of a man trying to convince his sober friends he isn't drunk after several rounds -- and in terms of sleep deprivation, miles is frigging hammered. he's focusing very hard on duv so as to ground his wavering consciousness, eyes boring unblinkingly at a point below duv's eyes until his vision starts tunneling. oh, he needs to get out of here. he needs to get out of here and find some caffeine or either he's going to pass out or lose his filter entirely. ]

A little over six months, now. I was in with the first wave -- the first since the captains, anyway. They got here the same way we did, y'know. There was a bit of a lull before we all started arriving, though, as far as I understand. You're not a hallucination, are you?

[ alright, well, he's still conscious, at least ]