You and Miles navigate the backrooms.

When you said that he wouldn’t like your dimension, Miles thought that it’d be flat or always changing and flashing like Hobie’s. Not an anomaly in itself. It’s not actually an anomaly, but the point still stands.

“For the record, I’m never coming back to your dimension again.” He deadpans, shooting you a glare over his shoulder while wandering the winding, yellow halls and rooms.