At the confirmation, Morgan brightened. He was even more relieved when it turned out that Miles was not the hugging type; he took the seat across, grateful to have been spared effusive displays of emotion. Returning them was often awkward at best, unwelcome at worst. "No, I prefer it. I've all winter to be cooped up inside, so...."
This was about where his planning had stopped. Morgan assumed their reunion would be short-lived once Miles knew about his condition, so it did no good to think about the long term, and despite his lack of response to the hostility it wasn't like Morgan hadn't been aware of its presence. He'd have to have been blind not to see that particular Erumpent in the room. Or parchment, as it were. He studied the young man across the table, trying to see the Miles he'd known, and offered a smile. "There are an endless amount of trite clichés I could spout here, I'm only trying to sort through them all. You've grown -- and I haven't, I know."