"Asking questions is in my blood, but at any rate, I'm just worried about you," came the answer. "You're shivering with every step, you can hardly walk..." Miles glanced over towards the closet. Even the explicit permission he had made him feel as if he were walking into something he shouldn't; a locked door that he shouldn't open. "I can't take that weight off you myself, as much as I wish I could but I'll do whatever I can to make the burden easier. "

He slowly stood up, taking the flashlight from the bed and clicking it on, and began walking to the closet. Before touching anything inside, Miles' dark eyes met Phoenix's blue - a duller blue than usual, almost lifeless - with all the seriousness he could muster. "This is the last chance, Phoenix. If you really don't want me to see what's in here, tell me now. But... frankly, while I know you wouldn't intentionally lie to me - especially not now - I..."

Miles swallowed hard. "It's easy to want to run away from the past. But...if it holds a clue..." He sighed, leaning against the wall nearest the closet. "The decision is in your hands."

I'm not lying...not lying. Please don't see any locks on me, Phoenix. I'm being honest. Because...because I love you and I want to protect you. Even as he thought, he kept his eyes on Phoenix's, as if looking for a sign.