Most things were at least a little bit stressful for Avery, but at least he knew he wasn't completely normal. That put him ahead of the game, didn't it? A stressful experiment was relative as far as he was concerned, and he'd figured that there wouldn't be a whole lot of difference between that and his everyday life. Whether or not he was correct on that assumption had yet to be proven.
Miles had an accent, he noticed, and he thought he remembered somebody posting on the journals about their accent. Must have been him. "Avery Weston," he replied with a nod, his own voice faintly Southern-accented. After giving the matter a few seconds of thought, he sat himself down on the edge of the hearth, once he'd looked it over to make sure it didn't seem too dirty, of course. Sometimes a sudden encounter with another person might send him fleeing, but Avery thought he'd try to stick it out for at least a few minutes. He needed to meet people, if only to prove that he could.