[ Whatever Miles thought he was getting at just now, it's not that. He stares at Jole for a moment, his mouth working but no sound coming out. His parents? With Jole?
(He gives Jole another, more appraising onceover. Okay, he can't fault his parents' taste in men.) ]
... How many years? God, you're barely older than I am.
[ That's kind of the weirdest part here, although even that is blunted somewhat by having slept with the same person as hi parents, himself. ]
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(He gives Jole another, more appraising onceover. Okay, he can't fault his parents' taste in men.) ]
... How many years? God, you're barely older than I am.
[ That's kind of the weirdest part here, although even that is blunted somewhat by having slept with the same person as hi parents, himself. ]