[Miles is noticeably a little distracted. He’s questioning his own unexpected openness and wondering what it means for him. It takes him a moment to realize Wright’s foolishness has almost got him swaying along. The realization is met with a slight glare; he stands perfectly still, but he doesn’t tense up.] Is this the sort of thing you do when you’re alone: dance without a partner?
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[Miles is noticeably a little distracted. He’s questioning his own unexpected openness and wondering what it means for him. It takes him a moment to realize Wright’s foolishness has almost got him swaying along. The realization is met with a slight glare; he stands perfectly still, but he doesn’t tense up.] Is this the sort of thing you do when you’re alone: dance without a partner?