Miles stepped inside, conflict writ plain on his face. The dilemma he was being faced with could change so much - and he knew that he couldn't make that choice alone. Still, he didn't stop until he was well into the quarters and he'd heard the door close. That was when he turned to face Phoenix, the uncertainty in his expression something that he'd only barely allowed Phoenix to see before.

"The last few years," he began, skipping straight to the point for all he very visibly didn't like saying any of this aloud. "The amount of time between us. You've matured."

And, more, he'd found over those days spent falsifying a marriage for a nonexistent studio audience that... That, despite it all, he trusted Phoenix. More specifically, this Phoenix, with years of experience that had settled over his shoulders both like a blanket and a weight.