"A rum and Coke??" Miles was trying. He smiled a little too eagerly, hoping it might work. Knowing it probably wouldn't.
"I could've sworn I saw Gwen with a real drink, and she's not that much older than me- wait, is she that much older than me? This Gwen, I mean." Miles looked around for her, no longer as worried. At least this Gwen hadn't lost half of her hair when he couldn't stop sticking to stuff.
In reality, Miles was still in shock. He was trying his best to just let it all settle in. He didn't even know where he was sleeping tonight, but he'd figure that out later. He hoped. Maybe on the bar? Peter had a place, right?