[he notices Miles glance away from his hand, and he realizes what must have caught his eye. He smiles a bit, shaking the bracelet off and tucking it into his pants pocket]

Penicillin allergy. I know there's hardly a need to wear it here, but it's a force of habit, I'm afraid.

[there's a "thank you" as Miles fusses over him, and he chuckles a bit, shifting and making room in the window for him.

He takes another sip of his tea]

Actually, no. I consider you a friend, of sorts. I seem to be running low on those. I have been here but a handful of months, and yet nearly a year has passed to those I left behind.

I suppose that was all.

[and he turns to the window again, taking a drag of his cigarette]