The Porter doesn't want me to forget who I am, either, [Gregor says dourly, though it's hard to think he's complaining too much when he's still caught in that pleasant feedback loop, same as Miles. It feels like drinking hot chocolate on a cold day, maybe. It's hard to quantify.
Certainly it's never something he's felt before, at all, and it melts away even Gregor's innate awkwardness at having his privacy invaded until all that's left to do is relax and dig out the stemless glasses and hold them both out for pouring. He leaves the half-eaten pirozhki balanced on his lap in the napkin.]
Think we'll find someone else to bring into this? There'd be a lot to explain.
[And he's maybe a little reluctant, a trifle protective, of having what he sees as a safe connection with Miles alone. Just the two of them. Someone else might complicate it; he has no idea how it'd work with a third involved.]
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Certainly it's never something he's felt before, at all, and it melts away even Gregor's innate awkwardness at having his privacy invaded until all that's left to do is relax and dig out the stemless glasses and hold them both out for pouring. He leaves the half-eaten pirozhki balanced on his lap in the napkin.]
Think we'll find someone else to bring into this? There'd be a lot to explain.
[And he's maybe a little reluctant, a trifle protective, of having what he sees as a safe connection with Miles alone. Just the two of them. Someone else might complicate it; he has no idea how it'd work with a third involved.]