"Miles? What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here Delaney?" the younger Adair asked with a worried frown, "Did someone tell you to come here?"
"What? No... Was someone supposed to tell me to come here?" she asked confused, twisting her ring on her finger.
Miles looked away and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't look at all happy to see her. Very slowly, Delaney began up the stairs towards him.
"What's going on?" she asked, "Does Vincent not... not want to see me?"
Miles sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't know Delaney. I didn't tell him you were here."
"What do you mean?" she asked in confusion, "Could he not see for himself?"
Miles dropped his gaze, "He's not... He's not able to come out to greet you right now."
Now it was Delaney who frowned at him, "What are you talking about? Why not?"
