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Feeling Miles relax in his arms brings a wide smile to his face, and he eases his grip to just ... enjoy it quietly for a second.

How does he best sum it up? The easy answer is, of course, that Miles is his best friend. Sometimes he wonders - especially after living together as a married couple - he's been thinking maybe it's more than that. There's no doubt in his mind that he loves Miles more than he can properly express, but, well ... What exactly does that mean? That's another question.

"You've helped me through some of my most difficult trials." He huffs a laugh. "Both literal and figurative trials. I'm pretty sure I'd be much worse off without you. You're ... everything to me."

He'd gotten used to this. Waking up in Phoenix's arms even if he'd never brought himself to fall asleep there. The unspoken comfort of long moments he'd spent unmoving because he didn't want to disturb those pre-dawn minutes before he had to get up to go to work. He'd had a task given by the keepers here and he'd failed at it utterly because it had been so easy to fall into a routine with Phoenix.

Had it always been like this? Had he just been denying and ignoring it through that same misplaced dignity? The determination to keep the world at arm's length?

It seemed to matter less here. This place out of time and out of reality. This place that was offering for so much to be undone, and if it was undone - what did it matter what happened here? He'd have to work to make it happen, have to put forth all the more effort in the next mission, but, for the change he was hoping to bring about...

His hand curled against Phoenix's back, crinkling the fabric into his fist as he leaned back enough to catch Phoenix's eyes as he practically heard Franziska's voice once more calling him a fool. His hand slid up from Phoenix's neck to his cheek. "Then I'm an idiot," he said, voice quiet and low, "if I've not told you I love you."

And, knowing that if he didn't do it now, he never would, Miles closed the distance between him and kissed Phoenix, lips so softly pressed to lips. He didn't think he was wrong. If he was, he'd deal with the consequences when they came. But here, now - now that he knew the truth - he could say it.

For all that him and Miles are closer than ever back home, they don't usually do this. Hug, touch, stare into each other's eyes. Say 'I love you'. It's not necessary, though that doesn't mean it's not nice. It's actually sort of ... making his head spin.

And they definitely don't kiss.

Which doesn't mean-- Not that he hasn't wanted to. He's wanted to probably far longer than he's been willing to admit it. And he does not expect Miles to be the one to make the first move.

It feels like it's taking forever; The moment Miles leans starts leaning in, then the moment Phoenix realises why, then how long it actually takes for those lips to land. He feels like he can't really breathe while it happens, and he ends up taking a far too sharp breath right when their lips touch, and he leans into it with a clumsiness he might have cursed himself for if he wasn't too busy thinking about the fact that Miles just kissed him.

Doubt might've had him uncertain about just how Phoenix would react to that kiss - but Miles couldn't mistake the gasp or how Phoenix leaned in for anything but approval and that was an immeasurable relief. He really had gotten it right - even if they were now both being a bit awkward. After all, there was no such thing as a picture-perfect first kiss. And between people like the two of them, who had fumbled so much prior to this? If anything, he was learning firsthand why so many of the pictures of his parents together had them laughing. This was how it was supposed to be.

Miles followed that first kiss with another - shorter, lighter, ending with a smile as he took a moment to catch his breath. He'd been right. It wasn't even a matter of triumph so much as it was a relief. Phoenix wanted this, too.

He absently ran his tongue over his lower lip and then he was the one taking in a breath just a little too quickly. Oh.

A laugh escapes him unbidden, though he wouldn't have dreamed of silencing it, and he moves his hands to cup both of Miles's cheeks. His grin is so wide his cheeks might start hurting.

"I love you too."

Miles could feel his cheeks warm with his blush as, suddenly, he was too shy to meet Phoenix's eyes for all he kept his smile. "I--... I don't know what I expected," he said. "I was sure you felt the same so I have no idea why I'm blushing now..."

No, he had an idea. It was because he now knew what Phoenix's lips tasted of against his. He'd already known the warmth of being in his arms but, with no more than that, he had practically leapt over the line neither of them had neared enough to cross with only faith telling him that Phoenix would catch him on the other side.

"Well, you're not alone."

It has been a long time since he kissed anyone. There's not been anyone since Iris, for a number of different reasons that he'd rather not think about. Not when he can think about the fact that Miles kissed him and it felt so right.

He absentmindedly rubs his thumbs over Miles's cheekbones, and leans in to rub their noses together.

"Now I feel silly for not taking this step all these years."

Oh, right - they were separated in age, here, by quite a bit. Yet... Yet it still felt natural, being with him.

Miles met the brush of Phoenix's nose, his smile still both present and shy as he said, "Knowing me, I doubt I gave you the chance." And it was just a continuation, resting their foreheads together. It fit just right. A breath, a sigh, and he admitted, "I've missed waking up with you, though." Because if he could be brave enough to kiss Phoenix, he could be brave enough to tell him that, too.

Knowing him? Honestly, Phoenix isn't sure how exactly you give someone the chance to kiss you. With all the time they've spent together, he's sure he's had plenty of opportunity to just take a chance, if he'd thought of it, or if he'd dared. Truth be told, he's not completely sure what's been holding him back.

Maybe it just took playing house for them both to really figure it out.

"Good thing we can remedy that."

There's no reason to hesitate. And no reason to wait. They've just spent a month living together, so why not keep going?

"Really?" Truly - was it that easy? Just like that, he was going to get to--

He consciously stopped his own questioning. It was the definition of looking a gift horse in the mouth. Just like that. Just like that, he and Phoenix were going to be...

His arm tightened around Phoenix's back and his hand slid further, fingers parting their way into his hair to take advantage of their closeness. Now that he had the option, he was kissing Phoenix again. And likely a few more times before he'd decide he was finished.

The surprise is surprising to Phoenix because-- Obviously. Obviously, they can remedy that. And why wouldn't they? He laughs as Miles leans in, and the sound gets partly muffled into the kiss. And he follows Miles's example, burying both hands in his hair with a happy noise in the back of his throat.

Move in with Phoenix. A logical following to kissing him, really. Just... not one he'd expected. Not really. Especially not as an outcome of the talk he'd intended they have. But he couldn't recall ever wanting to kiss anyone the way he wanted to kiss Phoenix, including having ideas of ending up horizontal. It brought him to smile against Phoenix's lips, catching his breath, and though the thought of transferring his belongings was there, well, one word could encompass his thoughts on that:

"Later."

He was going to chase this happiness first, for as long as he could.

"Okay," he says with laughter in his voice, and leans in again as he moves his arms to wrap around Miles's shoulders.

They can just kiss for a while then. He's more than happy to do that.

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