Trauma leads us to this every time. I...don't know what that says about us, or our need for an adrenaline rush or....something before this starts...

Then Phoenix let out that murmur and all those thoughts were gone. Whatever it said about them didn't matter now - it seemed to be their way of saying what couldn't be said, or comforting each other when that seemed impossible. It was hard to explain it. He broke away, breathlessly whispering, "Lie back, Phoenix. Let me take care of you tonight. You've been through hell, and thinking about it more won't help."

He silenced any protests by tossing his suit jacket over a chair, then pulling him into another tight embrace and kissing him hard. As he did, Miles slowly, carefully began lowering Phoenix down against the pillows.