"It's not quite fearing it," Miles said. "Just staying one step ahead, and living your life anyway. Like I always say, I'm here for a good time, not a long time. Although I'm doing my best to keep it going as long as possible."

Being drunk allowed him to forget for a moment that the Walrider meant that he most likely was going to be here for a long time. Immortality was too depressing to think about.

"Not that life shouldn't be those things," he said as she took his hands. "You just gotta be able to stick around to enjoy them. Am I making sense?"

Wait. Something that just happened was odd. Eh, I'm drunk. Who cares.