[Are you sure, Miles... Feel free to drop it. He sends back a hurried acquiescence with the sense of something being shuffled under a rug, Gregor's strong desire for privacy reasserting itself. He's always been the sort to lick his wounds alone.
Whether he asks him along next time or not, he's not sure yet.
For the moment, Gregor is looking alert with intent interest, unable to fathom where this is going but ready all the same. He takes Miles's hand, feeling a small thrill of going on an adventure. He never gets to do things like this unless it's with Miles. He'd felt that way even as a kid.]
no subject
Whether he asks him along next time or not, he's not sure yet.
For the moment, Gregor is looking alert with intent interest, unable to fathom where this is going but ready all the same. He takes Miles's hand, feeling a small thrill of going on an adventure. He never gets to do things like this unless it's with Miles. He'd felt that way even as a kid.]
Water is the caveat?