His first thought was to tell Morgan that he was not, in fact, Miles Bletchley. Not even as a joke: as an escape. He didn't want to do this now that he was faced with it. He didn't know how.
He recognised Morgan, sort of. Really, he just kind of looked exactly like the kind of guy who'd write those letters that he'd been receiving from Morgan.
Miles bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself from saying anything negative and just nodded his head. He didn't meet the other man's eyes as he pulled another cigarette out from his pack.
"Yeah, it's me." He said finally. "Hope you don't mind sitting outside, it's sort of a nice day, I thought."