It's just a ship. A weird one, and I don't know what the Ingress is about, but it's still just a ship.

[He frowns, not willing to let it go. Honestly, he's pretty sure there was never anything about delusions in anything he had to learn about Miles, but he wouldn't be surprised. And he does look pretty tired.]

The way we don't seem to be able to get away from each other, or me being here?

[Mark's turn to mutter, half-defensive. He's used to Miles chasing him; for some reason, the thought of Miles not chasing him makes him feel a little off-balance.]