[He doesn't really notice the seal until it's too late, a little too caught up in the smiling- but when he does, his face goes from almost neutral to angrier.
Of course no-one would help him. It's always Miles.
He snatches his hand back with a mangled curse, glaring.]
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Of course no-one would help him. It's always Miles.
He snatches his hand back with a mangled curse, glaring.]
You think I'm him, don't you?