Phoenix, idle and lonely, waited for the rings to cease and a voice to answer. Staring out of the window at the bright blue sky, calling the mobile device in the courthouse, was not procrastination in any form. However just turning around from the window to the chaos of litter – but not unclean – was not enough to fool himself.

Finally after the automated machine reminding him of a costly phone bill that would await him, the rings ceased and he heard the annoyed voice he had wanted – well maybe not the annoyed part.

Before he could vocalise a greeting, he was shot down. "Wright, I'm about to go into court." Phoenix could almost see the glare on the other end of the telephone. It worried him little.

"Yeah, but it's not like you're the prosecutor or even supervising," Phoenix chuckled. "You're just getting a thrill from watching other lawyers press and cross-examine witnesses."

"How can you make my interests in legal proceedings akin to voyeurism?" Miles sighed, his voice slightly muffled – Phoenix guessed from moving the phone away from his ear.

Phoenix snorted the laughter that tried to escape. "No, that was your own doing."

No subtleties in changing the subject Miles asked, "What did you need from me?"

Phoenix gave a soft chuckle unsure of how to answer. There had been no specific reason to call. Nothing was new in the mundane life of the defence lawyer without a client, or an assistant to raid his wallet. Purely on impulse he had called and again he spoke up (because he couldn't let the prosecutor wait any longer)

"Want to join me at the park later?" Phoenix offered, mentally preparing for a rejection.

Instead he stumbled upon the acceptance.

Miles words of "Later, being the key word. I can drive at around six with ease" had Phoenix nodding. It was not until he was prompted to answer did he realise their means of communication lost the element of sight.

"I'll see you there then."

Phoenix sighed as he dumped himself on the wooden bench facing a nearing empty park. The evening was drawing on over the city.

"Oh, so you did make it on time." Miles smirked, pulling the collar of his coat as a wall from the evening chill. He seated himself next to Phoenix on the bench viewing the quiet park.

"Don't make it sound like I'm always late." Phoenix feigned being offended at the raised eyebrows.

"Well, if it would please you, then you usually arrive in the nick of time." Miles said.

Phoenix laughed, "Was that an attempt to drop a name pun?"

"What?" Phoenix noted the confusion on the pale man's deepened brow.

"Never mind," Phoenix shrugged.

With little to say, the two sat quiet with the distance city bustling from rush hour. The park was peaceful with few people strolling their dogs, and the two lawyers seated closely on the bench. Neither spoke but simply watched the pink skyline. The building and trees blocking certain clouds that could have finished the cloud to make it look like a rabbit… but Phoenix would never know.

Beside him, Miles however was not staring at the sky. Miles was looking abehind face. Phoenix could not help his cheeks warming up.

"What?" Phoenix wiped his hand over his cheek in case his friend had spotted a horrid mark.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Oh, of what?" Phoenix asked curious as to what thoughts his face could possibly spur.

Miles raised an eyebrow before turning his head to face the changing colours of the sky.

Whilst Phoenix could appreciate the beautiful orange palette pasting over the pink and purple, he wanted his friend to acknowledge him instead. He repeated himself to ask the man to voice his thoughts but he received none. He had lost to the beautiful skies of Los Angeles.

"Fine, I'll just flatter myself with the fact you could not handle my pure handsomeness." Phoenix lifted his head up, waiting for the usual snide comment from the prosecutor.

"You are not pure." Miles flicked his eyes to look at Phoenix.

Phoenix chuckled, he had something at least. "Oh does that mean I am handsome."

"I don't think you want my opinion." Miles snorted, but Phoenix could see the softness in those grey eyes.

They fell into a simple silence when Miles turned his attention to the world around him. Following his eyesight Phoenix leaned back to simply stare at the sky that was full of orange and yellow. The sun peaked out from behind a tall office building before sinking down behind the trees of the park. Tired of the day it led but not forgetting a small glow of a goodbye. Although the sun was out of view as quick as it appeared the orange glow still remained.

"Too bad we can't see the sun go fully down."

"You can see it from my office window quite well," Miles spoke up. "If you'd like to see it."

Wondering if the statement was an invitation hidden, Phoenix smiled. He shifted to a more comfortable position which was also a tender bit closer to his friend. He would have to visit the workaholic the next day.