Re: The Disaffected/The Entertainer
Miles' own birth certificate had been lost along the way. He never needed it and so he didn't miss it exactly. It was just one of those things he wished he'd realized the importance of at the time. Hadn't realized it. Hadn't realized the importance of a lot of things, but there wasn't much point crying over that spilled milk. Lost things stayed lost, and that was just how life went. He would never have guessed the year on Nicky's birth certificate, but he would not have been surprised. The world was a strange place in ways that had nothing to do with the very grounded reality of bloody boots. Miles just preferred the normal whenever he could have it. A drink, a fuck, a conversation. That was his preference, curiosity aside.
He smiled. The smile was a warm one, not teasing at all. It was the first truly genuine of the conversation. "Nicky, it's fine to hold onto your youth. Just call me a jaded fuck and go find someone who chases your ex out of your head. I find that's the best thing to do when people go missing on a train." He nodded. "Thanks again for the drinks and the talk. You humored me when I wanted to talk. Oh, and don't walk off with men who have blood on their boots. It's not the wisest thing," was his parting bit of sagacity.
He tapped the bar once and inclined his head thankfully to the bartender before taking off to find someone who made him feel young through some heavy petting and heavier breathing.