"Phoenix? If I'm ever not hard on myself, please conduct an investigation, because something will have happened to me. Okay?" He laughed a little as he said that, but there was a touch of seriousness towards the end.

That was true, though, as much as his innate perfectionism argued against it. He sighed, feeling that tense muscle relax. "Though it's true. You have a lack of finesse that...has a certain charm to it, when it isn't driving everyone around you around the bend." That time, the laugh wasn't strained. "And it gets stuff done."

Miles sighed, kissing the top of Phoenix's head softly. "So it balances, somehow..."