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Phoenix was reading in bed. Some kind of recently published law journal.
Miles got into bed on the other side and wormed his way through the covers, seeking the warmth of his partner.
Phoenix noticed, and lifted an arm to let him in, allowing Miles to attach himself to his side like some kind of parasite. Some kind of leech.
I hate it when you frame holding me as something negative, echoed Phoenix's previous words in his brain, I don't see you as a parasite. You're a man who loves me, and shows it.
Miles tried to hold onto that concept as tight as he was holding onto Phoenix.
He glanced down at the law journal. “What are you reading?”
“UCLA law journal,” said Phoenix, “Reading a critique of something from last issue. They clearly, clearly hate each other.”
“Hmm,” Miles hummed, too tired to make a parallel. He just nestled in deeper, allowing his tired mind to relax on the same level as his body.
“To think that there is no harm in the lasseiz faire policies surrounding this new technology, as posited by Campbell et. all, is preposterous,” Phoenix read aloud, “The hammer of the law must be brought down swiftly, lest further issues be caused…”
Miles was completely unaware of drifting until he woke up again–the lights were off, the journal tucked away, and Phoenix was shifting in his grasp, turning toward him and snaking his arms around his body.
Phoenix saw his open eyes.
“Go back to sleep,” Phoenix told him, kissing his brow, “Go back to sleep.”
Miles tightened his grip. The weight of him, in his arms, kept him still and calm.
His eyes fluttered, and he slept.