[ miles blinks tiredly, brow furrowed, mouth half-open as he processes all that on a delay and still trying furiously to determine if this is real or not. his grip tightening on his coffee mug is mostly an insurance against dropping it, but his attention is starting to drift and he blinks at mark again. ]

Actually, no. I tend to avoid it.

[ a breath escapes him that seems like a weary echo of a wry laugh, although he doesn't quite smile. he resists the urge to rub at his blearying eyes, suddenly reluctant to let on how tired he is. if it's a hallucination, that might only make it worse. hard to tell sometimes. ]

No -- no, I suppose it isn't. [ a thin breath trickles out. he has to choose his words carefully here -- whether it's the real mark or not. no pressing the point. no pushing or pulling. asking him if he's alright is right out. instead he just shrugs one shoulder. ] You're right. It doesn't matter. No more than it does that I happened to get trapped here first.

[ he steps back away from the door, out of mark's path, and gestures with his free hand out to the hall, if mark feels like leaving. he'd let mark go once before. he's being reminded of just why -- not because he wanted to, but because there was no other choice between that and forcing mark into...something or other. and if it's a hallucination, well, miles is going to find out in short order. his grip on that coffee mug is starting to shake. ]

I'll be on my way then. Sorry about the unexpected intrusion -- wasn't the door I thought it was.