"Well, I'm much more charming than you are," Kovacs says dryly. That's an arguable statement right there but one Kovacs is willing to believe at least for right now. An hour from now, he'd probably consider Miller the charming, suave one out of the two.

The only thing that was certain was that Miller's bones were made of cotton. That was the only thing you could count on.

"Maybe I'll take your mantle when it comes to her," Kovacs says, a joke even if he doesn't sound like he's joking. It's way too much an effort to find someone and make friends with them. He's fine with being alone. How so many people just end up around him is still a fucking mystery.