There you are. Phoenix didn't even try to hide the look of relief that greeted the words and the way his eyes finally focused, however slowly. Thank God, now we can- oh hell I should have figured you'd try to-

As unobtrusively as he could while still moving quickly, he caught Miles' sleeve with a muted 'hold it,' something he would have done even without the tacit permission in that look. Ducking under the upraised arm, he held it around his shoulders in a way that probably wouldn't have been so practiced if he hadn't been friends with Larry for so many years. Only once he was sure that his grip was solid did he begin to stand, wrapping his other arm, bat still firmly in hand, around Miles' waist. Even as he did, he still found himself glancing fitfully up and down the corridor, anticipating footsteps that never came.