I don't get why this is such a big deal to him. I'm not anything he had a hand in.

[A little of the anger drains off him, leaving him just tired, aware his hand is actually stinging a little. He takes a deep breath, trying to stand a little straighter, ignoring the pain.

And really, it isn't her fault Miles is... Miles, and she did try to be a little nice. He stoops for a moment, picking up the handkerchief, holding it out. He should probably say something about sorry, but... he's not sure how.]

Delicate, right. Just- I'm not Miles, okay. I wish there was an easier way to make it obvious.

[He's not even asking about "delicate situations".]