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Miles clicked the door shut behind himself and let out a long, exhausted breath, letting his head slump back against the door with a soft thump.
Nothing particularly bad had happened at work today, but he had forgotten a piece of paperwork that needed to be filled out and had had to return home to pick it up, and that meant he'd been late for his meeting, and then he had to put up with the Payne brothers, and, well... the little things had built up. He was socially drained and overstimulated and he desperately just wanted to curl up in his boyfriend's arms and sleep for a week.
He opened his eyes, and began to take off his coat and shoes, before wandering further into the house. He could smell something delicious, and, as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, he began to hear the sound of soft singing.
He smiled to himself as he entered the kitchen, leaning himself against the door frame to watch Phoenix Wright dance around the room, singing a song he didn't recognise -- no doubt a showtune of some kind -- as he cooked.
Miles had been making an effort to learn how to cook recently, Phoenix teaching him with a patience he couldn't begin to fathom. His father had taught him how to make simple, easy foods as a child, such as toast and eggs, but the Von Karmas had had a cook and so it hadn't been necessary to cook anything himself, and then when he became a prosecutor he pushed himself so hard he didn't have the time to learn how to cook, instead ordering takeout for himself and forgoing too many meals for his work.
While he could now make some simple meals because of Phoenix's efforts, his boyfriend was still the most proficient in cooking out of the two of them.
Phoenix continued to hum to himself, spinning around to grab something from a cupboard and promptly letting out a strangled yelp as he noticed Miles watching him.
'Miles! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!' he gasped, a hand pressed dramatically to his chest, but a smile was beginning to play at his lips.
Miles smiled back at him, a rush of warmth surround him all of a sudden. He was home.
He strode up to Phoenix and kissed him, just gently, before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and tucking his head into the crook if his neck, letting out a long sigh.
Phoenix wound his arms around Miles in return, combing a hand through his soft bangs. 'Bad day at work?' he said, softly, and Miles gave a small nod against his shoulder.
They stood there for a while, just basking in each other's presences, before Phoenix jolted slightly as he seemed to remember he was cooking something -- pasta, Miles observed upon closer inspection -- and pulled away with a kiss to his forehead.
Miles pulled out one of the dining table chairs and sat down, resting his chin on his fist and watching Phoenix finish up the meal. God, he loved him.
They ate the pasta together as Phoenix rambled about his day, filling in the quiet easily. He had gone to Trucy's magic show -- which Miles had unfortunately had to miss due to work, but had promised he would take her somewhere to make it up to her -- and apparently the girl had begged him to let her have a sleepover with Apollo, which explained her absence. Miles listened, a soft smile curving his lips.
He preferred not to talk much when he was feeling overstimulated like now, words drying up in his throat before they could leave his lips, and Phoenix knew not to fuss over him or take his silence personally. Instead he simply talked enough for the both of them, while Miles gave hums and nods and shakes of his head in response. Everything was so simple with Phoenix, compared to the stressful intricacies of the outside world. Coming home to him was like walking into a warm embrace, often times literally.
Every day he was reminded of how damn lucky he was to have a man like Phoenix Wright in his life.
Eventually, they finished their food, Phoenix rinsing the plates out of old habit before he placed them in the dishwasher. 'Movie?' he asked as he walked into the living room, plopping himself down inelegantly onto the couch next to where Miles had already sat down. Miles gave another nod, handing the TV remote to Phoenix. He laid his head down on Phoenix's shoulder, watching Phoenix flick through movies before settling on a cheesy romcom he's watched about a million times before.
Phoenix looped an arm around Miles' shoulders and tugged him closer, continuing to talk quietly as the movie started. Eventually Miles tuned the actual words out, just enjoying the sensation of Phoenix's voice vibrating through his chest where he was pressed up against his side.
After a while, he leaned up from where he was rested and interrupted Phoenix rambling about god-knows-what with a kiss. It was soft and warm and loving and so familiar and his heart was clenching with the amount of love he felt for this wonderful, wonderful man.
'...Thank you,' he whispered as he pulled back, his voice still a little strained, dropping his head back to its earlier spot. He could feel his exhaustion catching up to him, his eyes drooping. 'I love you.'
Phoenix threaded his free hand into Miles' hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 'Love you too, sweetheart.'
The movie continued its quiet murmuring, half-forgotten, a soft background noise as the tide of sleep began to wash over him.
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Phoenix watched fondly as Miles' breathing evened out, falling asleep wrapped up in his arms.
The couch was decidedly not designed for two grown men to sleep on, and he knew his back wouldn't be happy about this in the morning, and really he should just wake Miles up and move them both upstairs to the bedroom, but...
He looked down at Miles, his head tucked into Phoenix's chest, his hair gently tickling Phoenix's nose. He looked so peaceful, so... so young, when he slept, the perpetual line between his brows softened as he began to snore softly. He couldn't disturb him when he was like this.
And so, Phoenix maneuvered himself slowly to lie back against the couch armrest, gently adjusting Miles to be lying partially on top of him and plucking his glasses of his nose, setting them aside on the coffee table. Miles made a small noise in his sleep, but didn't wake.
He spent a moment just watching him sleep, his boyfriend, his beautiful, smart, incredible boyfriend. Sometimes he couldn't believe they had actually made it to this, after over a decade pining uselessly for each other.
He wrapped his arms around Miles' back, letting one of his hands trail up into his soft, soft hair, massaging his scalp gently. Miles made a small sleepy hum, shifting to bury his head further into the crook of Phoenix's neck, and Phoenix smiled, eyes already drifting closed.
The last thing he was aware of before sleep took him was the quiet ba-thump of Miles' heart, in rhythm with his own.
(In the morning, Phoenix did indeed wake with an ache in his back and an unpleasant crick in his neck. But he watched Miles yawn and blink blearily up at him, his hair ruffled up in the most adorable way, and he thought, worth it.)