[Miller chuckles softly at the addition of "food poisoning", as if that made sense. He remembers being willing to put almost anything in his mouth. Drink anything. Some ill-fated attempt to earn an iron stomach lining? Who knew.]

He didn't say anything. He only ever talks about one person. But I know that one isn't the only person in the world. [A note of unhappiness there, almost contempt, almost disappointment, for this theoretical younger brother who needed to branch out. Because he knows he was too damn star struck to look elsewhere.]

I'm glad he has you then, because without someone to patch him up, he'd probably already be dead. He has a stupid need for approval. [He says as if he doesn't.] Willing to disregard himself as long as he's earned someone's attention.

Don't underestimate how valuable people like you are to people like that.

[He holds the lift for the other soldier.] I'll show you what area to avoid in the gardens, too. The Med Bay grows their medicinal plants there and some of them are poisonous.