It wasn't so much that Miles didn't completely understand - it was that he did. It was all too easy to fall into a restless sleep, full of nightmares, and those few nights in the infirmary a while back had been filled with those. It wasn't a fate he'd wish on anyone.

Besides that...there had been a night only a few nights ago where the tables had been turned. Normally he'd have demanded medical attention, a shower, a toothbrush, and several cups of tea before the subject could even be broached, but Phoenix had been the persistent one, or so he remembered. So...you might call this payback for what had happened. Though that didn't really matter.

The only thing that did was how enthusiastically Phoenix had turned into the kiss, and he returned it with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm.