I'm sorry, man, Miles fires back, frowning slightly. He can't imagine how it feels to be surrounded by people who don't get it. Okay, he can, a little, but it's not the same he thinks, because it's not. Or maybe it is. Miles doesn't know if he wants to get too keep into the politics of it, but he at least wanted to empathize with him, let him know that he had a friend who got it. Because being isolated, feeling isolated? Wasn't it.

Blinking, Miles looked at him close, and that's when he hears what definitely sounds like the ticking of a clock or maybe just gears. Were you always? That seems like a stupid question once it's out there but Miles can't really un-sign it, so he just looks at him, but he laughs at that other comment. That's good man. I'd be worried if it was. I know how to get that out of clothes actually, so I can show you how later.

That... definitely was unexpected. Miles has to stop himself from asking an even stupider question. You go by that or you have a nickname? Not that he wouldn't call him Pinocchio if that was really his thing, but it'd take some getting used to for sure. "What? Oh, uh," Miles chuckles nervously. I'm doing the whole 'superhero' thing. The suit's part of the whole deal. I think. They all have them anyway.