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Dr. Cheung's at a funeral all day, so Linya decides to go up to London and see if Miles is out of his Mood.
Security has decided to be deeply unhelpful today. She is currently showing them various forms of ID and repeating in a slow, patient voice that she has been here before, there is not more than one of her, and she promises she is not there to assassinate her husband or whatever fool thing has them skittish today. Perhaps she shouldn't drop in while the captain's missing; it seems to make them worse. But she got in before while he was missing...
isthisart
isthisart
"Neither would I. I have looked at Miles's genome. I have a loose inkling of what must have happened to you."
unmarred
"Oh, lots of surgery," he says dismissively. "Surgery's not so bad. I thought it was a bit much when they replaced my leg bones with synthetics, but I wasn't about to complain. There's things worse than surgery."
isthisart
"They replaced -? Of course they did. But you also do an astonishingly convincing put-on of Miles for having to be younger than him, and raised in a different context, and I don't imagine that left much spare time." Pause. "And I imagine when your leg bones were replaced you didn't have anyone visiting you in the hospital to sing to you."
unmarred
"You sang to him? Of course you did," says Mark, smiling. "Putting on Miles is easy. I had to learn a lot about him, but I don't think it was as hard as you're imagining. I learn fast. No, the hard part is..." he trails off and makes a vague gesture in her direction.
isthisart
"The part where I picked you up." She sighs. "You probably could have rescued the act, but then of course I would have touched you again eventually."
unmarred
"Yeah. And—what was it Miles said—" He looks abstracted for a moment, then quotes perfectly,
thisvorlunatic
"...Are you so horrifyingly deprived of positive touch that being picked up and kissed by someone who thinks you're her husband nearly gives you a heart attack?"
isthisart
Linya doesn't flinch at the sudden adoption of her husband's mannerisms as though Miles were a coat.
She says, "I am currently tied to a chair, but if I weren't I'd try holding out a hand in your direction to see what you'd do with it."
She says, "I am currently tied to a chair, but if I weren't I'd try holding out a hand in your direction to see what you'd do with it."
unmarred
He drops Miles as soon as he's done quoting, anyway.
"I don't know what I would do. Is it worth the experiment, do you think?"
"I don't know what I would do. Is it worth the experiment, do you think?"
isthisart
"Well, I don't know, you'd have to untie at least one of my hands and I'm not sure how much of a drawback you'd consider that."
unmarred
"I don't consider it much of one."
He contemplates the idea for a few more seconds, then unties one of her hands. (He manages not to touch her at all in the process.)
He contemplates the idea for a few more seconds, then unties one of her hands. (He manages not to touch her at all in the process.)
unmarred
He looks at it as though it is the most utterly mysterious thing he has ever seen.
"I'm not sure I understand the parameters here," he murmurs.
"I'm not sure I understand the parameters here," he murmurs.
unmarred
"The..." He gestures helplessly. "I know how to be Miles. I don't know how to be me. I don't - understand what you're doing, or why, or what I want to do about it."
isthisart
"Well, if I presented Miles with my hand like this he'd probably kiss it, so anything other than that is an option."
unmarred
Mark blinks. "Hm. Yes..." He draws back a little. "But now I'm - I remember what happened last time you touched me. Thinking of what Miles would do just makes that worse."
unmarred
"True." He still eyes her hand as though it might electrocute him on contact, but he approaches close enough to clasp it in the socially approved manner.
