Miles walked up the stairs feeling like...well almost as if he was going to face the gallows or something. Dum dum dum dum de dum de dum de dummm.... Stopping as he reached the 7th floor in front of that weird thing of Barnabas the Barmy he kept his hands deep in his pockets and he turned to look at Fia. "Alright...you wanted to talk?" Why was this like pulling teeth? Or feel like it anyway.... Maybe he was afraid of what she wanted to talk about....that was it...had to be.