"I'll drop you a line," Miles agrees. He watches Sans get up, but he doesn't rise from his own chair, nor make any move to stop him. There might indeed be less of Sans than there used to be. The Ingress takes something from everyone, after all. Miles wonders what it took from Sans.

"I mean it, Sans." Miles's voice is quiet, far from a demand to stay. "I won't tell anyone. You can have my word as Vorkosigan, if you like."