[he thinks about it for a moment, watching the fire as he smiles.

He's still mulling it over when he shifts, turning a bit more to face Miles and drawing his legs from the floor, draping them across Miles' lap and laying back.

A soft chuckle]

For being a friend, I suppose. It's a bit difficult for me...

...I suppose I'm thanking you for not being rid of me, now that you know who I am.

[and he shrugs a bit, stretching back for a moment against the cushions]