[ The alarm fades, to be replaced by something more melancholy. That's the other half of the equation to Miles' unhappiness - spinning his wheels, first and foremost, but also the necessity he's placed on himself to lie to everyone all of the time. It's safer - much safer - for both of them. And he enjoys the little Admiral persona very desperately. But it's the first time he's had to stay deep within it without anything else going on. No mayhem. No wars or craziness to keep him focused.
no subject
He swallows, faintly overwhelmed for a moment. ]
The only one here. Yes.