[ Still messed it up, didn't he. Those gray eyes look as though they can see right down to the very bottom of Miles' soul. He at least scoots his chair a little closer to give the man less reason to have to sit up. It very much looks as though moving pains him. ]

I'm ... I'm fine. The Duronas did good work - clean bill of health from the medical scans. [ Except he hadn't told them about the seizures, so they hadn't performed all the tests needed. ] Better how that I'm back here.

[ He doesn't say home. He should have said home. ]