You Ever Been In Love?

by hechima

Summary:

Apollo and Athena notice something is off with Edgeworth during a trial and decide to ask him about it. Unfortunately, they get a bit more than they bargained for. It's never fun to realize your boss and his biggest rival have a bit of a thing for each other.

Notes:

Set sometimes b/w AA5 and AA6.

Chapter 1

Frankly, Apollo had known that the Stevens case was bad news from the get-go.

For starters, their client, Danny Stevens, was adamant he had committed the crime. Confessions were generally a bad starting point for any defense case and it certainly didn't help that Mr. Stevens, 26, was a healthy young man in a sound state of mind who had faced no police pressure when he had confessed. There had been no unsavory interrogation tactics, no intimidation factors, nothing Apollo really could hang his hat on to argue that the confession had been forced.

It also didn’t help that Phoenix seemed convinced of Mr. Stevens’ innocence and once Phoenix was convinced someone was innocent, that generally settled both the question of if they would take the case (they would, of course) and how they would plead (Not Guilty to all charges, naturally).

Apollo at this point would have been shocked if Phoenix Wright, famed turnabout terror and legal legend, even knew what a plea deal was.

Still, Apollo was loathe to admit that Phoenix had an uncanny ability to pick the innocent ones and if Phoenix believed in Mr. Stevens’ innocence, well the man was probably innocent. Apollo himself had interrogated Stevens as well, searching for any clues that the man was being dishonest. His bracelet had reacted violently throughout the questioning but Apollo knew the lies Stevens told weren’t because he had committed the murder he was being accused of. There was something else there, an entire hidden story, and Apollo’s natural curiosity was burning to get to the bottom of the whole mess. So sure, Apollo agreed that Phoenix was probably right and of course Apollo was eager to take on a difficult case like Stevens. These defendants needed attorneys who would fight for them and Apollo would never deny the thrill that ran through him when he turned seemingly impossible cases around in some truly spectacular ways. Honestly, Apollo wouldn’t have been so upset with the Stevens case if Phoenix hadn’t come bustling into his makeshift office a week ago, looking rather bashful.

“So there’s been a situation in Kurain.” Phoenix explained, once he had sat himself down in the chair across from Apollo's desk, “And I sorta need to go help Maya with some issues regarding a settlement of the estate.”

“You aren’t an estate lawyer?”

“No but you know.”

“I don’t.” Apollo sighed, “Mr. Wright you can’t just bluff your way through estate law? You’re going to commit some crazy tax fraud if you don’t do this right.”

“Relax, Apollo, she’s hired an estate lawyer to handle the technical....” Phoenix waved his hands around as if forming a shapeless blob, “...stuff. I’m just there to review everything and provide emotional support if necessary. Honestly, it’s probably gonna be more emotional support than law stuff.”

“We can hold the fort down while you’re out, boss!” Athena suddenly popped her head in, interrupting before Apollo could respond “You go help Ms. Fey with her estate stuff, it’s no problem!”

“Okay well see here’s where it might be a problem” Phoenix said smiling apologetically, “So I need to be there all of next week.”

“Sounds good!” Athena said, moving the shower curtain Apollo had set up to give himself some privacy as she came into Apollo’s “office”.

“The Stevens trial is next week” Phoenix clarified.

“Oh.” Apollo said, realization dawning, “You…want us to take the Stevens case. By ourselves.”

“Well, yes.”

“Just us?” Athena sounded concerned.

“Is it a problem?” Phoenix looked troubled, “I think you two can handle it. It’s a difficult case but you both have experience and have been working with me on it. I wouldn’t ask if I weren’t comfortable leaving it in your hands.”

“I…I think we can handle it?” Apollo said, trying to not sound too worried, “I mean. I think we can. Yea. We’ll be fine.”

“I’m only a couple hours’ train ride away too – if day one’s too bad then I’ll excuse myself and leave early, I’m sure Maya will understand.”

“No, no that won’t happen,” Apollo shook his head, feeling more confident, “I mean I’ve handled cases with just Trucy before and you’re just a phone call away if we need to discuss. It’s just Stevens is a tough one. He’s not cooperating.”

“Yea, he’s definitely innocent but hiding something” Phoenix sighed, running his hand over his face, “Of course I’ll help with the investigation till I leave and I’ll handle the paperwork for your and Athena’s appearances before the court.”

“Who’s the prosecutor on the case?”

“You’re in luck” Phoenix laughed, “It’s Gavin.”

“Oh thank god.” Apollo sighed, “He’s by far the least worst of the bunch.”

“You mean the best?” Athena asked.

“No. The least worst. They’re all terrible and I don’t want to imply that he’s not terrible but he is the least terrible. I will give credit where credit is due.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Phoenix nodded, “Anyways I’ll bring you two up to speed on Stevens this afternoon.”

“Sounds good, boss!” Athena said cheerfully, “We’ll probably head to the crime scene after that then.”

“Great. Thanks for stepping up,” Phoenix grinned, “And who knows? If this goes well maybe I can start taking more vacations…”

“Don’t jinx us before we even start,” Apollo rolled his eyes, “Let’s get through this with no major explosions before you commit to that partner lifestyle.”

---

The first day of the Stevens trial saw Athena and Apollo hurrying up the courthouse steps a full hour before their courtroom had even opened.  Their plan had been to talk to Stevens before trial, mainly to confirm his pleadings and potentially pull some of the truth out of their unfortunately stubborn client.

“We don’t have much evidence to crack him on his lies” Athena sighed, flipping through the case file as they hurried through the courthouse entrance lobby, “So I guess we’re gonna have to rely on the old press until someone cracks method.”

“Love it.” Apollo said grimly, “You know, just for once I’d love a trial with a, oh I don’t know, cooperative client? Is that too much to ask, Athena?”

“But what’s the fun in that” Athena laughed, “Gripe all you want, Apollo, I see through that grouchy façade. You love these impossible cases - and going against Mr. Gavin. You’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

Apollo muttered indistinctly under his breath, ignoring Athena as he threw the door open to Defendant Lobby No. 2, marching in ahead of her and looking around for Stevens. There was no sign of him. Apollo wasn't particularly surprised, though he could feel the familiar tension knotting in between his shoulder blades as his stress rose. He had asked Gumshoe the night before to bring Stevens in early and while Gumshoe had said he'd do his best, he had made no promises. It seemed like the detective hadn't been able to make it quite as early as Apollo had hoped. 

“Not here yet,” Athena noted, after quickly glancing around “Ah well - oh” one of the bailiffs noticed the pair as they came into the lobby and waved them over, “I think he wants us to talk to us?”

“Hey.” The bailiff greeted them as they approached, “The judge wants to talk to you two before trial starts. He’s in chambers now; do you know how to get there?”

“Oh, yea we know where to go,” Apollo said, swallowing nervously, “He didn’t happen to say why he wanted to talk, did he?”

“Nah.” The bailiff shrugged, “Just said to get you. Be sure to knock but then go ahead and let yourself in.”

“Right. Of course, thank you.” Apollo nodded before turning to Athena, “Let’s go? Not like we can do much here anyways and hopefully Mr. Stevens will be around by the time we get back.”

“Yep! Right after you” Athena smiled, grinning at the bailiff in thanks as they walked towards the judge’s chambers.

“I hope it’s nothing serious,” Apollo said to Athena as they exited the defendant’s lobby and started hurrying down the hallways towards the judge’s chambers.

“Probably not” Athena shrugged, “I mean it usually isn’t right? Like last time there were just some minor pre-trial issues that came up.”

“And the time before that was some extremely last-minute discovery requests.” Apollo muttered darkly.

Athena laughed, “Okay but that was one of the Paynes trying to pull some procedural bullshit. You know Mr. Gavin – he wouldn’t do that.”

“I suppose not” Apollo sighed, rapping sharply on the judge’s chamber doors as they reached them before pushing them open.

“Ah Mr. Justice, Ms. Cykes” the judge was seated at his desk, wearing a plain white button down and dark slacks. His robes were hanging on a coat rack behind him and while Apollo knew logically that the man wouldn’t be wearing his robes outside the court, it felt odd to see him dressed-down, “Come in, please have a seat.”

Apollo and Athena smiled, sitting down in the two chairs that faced the judge’s desk, “You wanted to see us, your honor?”

“Yes, I just wanted to speak with you briefly before trial”, the judge said, looking over a form on his desk, “There’s been a change in appearance – nothing major but Mr. Gavin came down with a cold so he’s been removed from this case.”

“Oh that’s unfortunate” Apollo said, frowning and quickly quashing the sharp flare of disappointment that rose in his chest. He certainly didn’t want Athena to pick up on that particular emotion, “If Mr. Gavin’s not on, are we postponing the case?”

“No, fortunately that won’t be necessary” the judge said, smiling, “We have a substitute. Mr. Edgeworth has agreed to step in to prosecute the case in his stead. I just wanted to inform you before trial began that he would be representing the state in today's proceedings, not Mr. Gavin."

“Wait.” Apollo said, horror slowly creeping into the pit of his stomach, “Edgeworth. Miles Edgeworth.”

“Ah yes” the judge frowned, “He’s currently our chief prosecutor. I apologize for not clarifying, I just didn’t bother explaining who he was because I just assumed you had met? I believe him and your mentor, Mr. Wright, have quite a, well, history.”

“No, I know who Miles Edgeworth is!” Apollo cried, “I’m just wondering what he’s doing stepping in to prosecute a case!? He’s the chief prosecutor!”

“Yes, I’m aware.” the judge said, a small, amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched Apollo, “They apparently were reluctant to postpone and Mr. Edgeworth seemed rather interested in the case. Frankly I think it’s because he saw that you and Ms. Cykes were defending.”

“Us?”

“Surely you know Mr. Edgeworth and Mr. Wright go way back” the judge responded, “It’s only natural for Mr. Edgeworth to want to see how good Mr. Wright’s protégé’s really are, don’t you think?”

“Oh my god.”

“Think of this as a learning experience!” the judge said, his smile broadening, “You’ll be able to see one of the top prosecutors in the nation in action! Is that not exciting?"

“When I’m opposing counsel? No.”

“Alright Mr. Pessimistic” Athena chided gently, “Thank you for the heads up, your honor. We’ll be prepping our client now.”

“Of course. Best of luck against Mr. Edgeworth” the judge said, “I certainly hope you two are as entertaining against him as Mr. Wright is - the trials those two lead are always quite engaging.”

“We will certainly do our best!” Athena said, grinning as she leapt up, grabbing Apollo and dragging him towards the door, “See you in a bit, your honor.”

The judge nodded in agreement as Athena threw the door open and hurried into the hallway, Apollo following shortly behind her. They made their way back to the defense lobby in silence, Apollo’s nervous energy radiating off his small frame. As soon as the doors to the defense lobby swung shut behind them, Apollo rounded on Athena, panic evident in his face as he completely ignored Stevens, who had apparently been brought in during their absence. Their client stared nervously at them as Apollo started furiously whispering to Athena. 

“Miles Edgeworth!” Apollo hissed, “We can’t go against fucking Miles Edgeworth while Mr. Wright is out of town!”

“Sure we can. And we will,” Athena said, “I don’t see what the big deal is, Apollo. We’ve gone against good prosecutors and won before.”

“Yea but he’s supposed to be on a completely different playing field!” Apollo said, “He’s ruthless in court!”

“I mean Mr. Wright likes him, right?”

“They’re rivals?”

“So how bad can he be?”

“Have you reviewed his cases?”

“No, I’m not a nerd, Apollo.”

“He’s brilliant, Athena. Brilliant but brutal. He started prosecuting at 20 - 20!”

"Hey, I became a defense attorney at 19 and I don't see you losing your mind over me."

"Athena, Mr. Edgeworth has resolved some of the biggest corruption issues in our justice system and abroad?! He worked with Mr. Wright to rewrite the whole system," Apollo continued, arms flailing about as he gestured emphatically, "He helped take down two chief prosecutors, defied the PIC board, worked on some of the biggest international scandals in the last 10 years and even when he left LA he published some of the most important works in international law? The ALI treatise on the interpretation of UNCLOS? The application of Torfu Channel and Nicagu on the 2023 nuclear submarine crisis in the East China Sea, specifically pertaining to the use of force and the right to safe passage? The resolution of the Gelin Marbles!?" 

"Apollo, I don't know what any of those things are. I'm a criminal defense attorney."

"Athena - how - UNCLOS, okay so, barring treaties wherein states agree to be bound -" 

"Oh no, we are not having a law nerd session now" Athena quickly cut Apollo off, slapping a hand over his mouth before he could really get going and glaring at him fully in the face, "Look, I don't care how nervous you are, I don't care if states are getting bound, the only thing that I care about now and for the next twenty-four hours is the California Penal Code and getting through today. We good?" 

Apollo stared at her, his eyes wide and eyebrows quirked up in surprise before deflating, the tension slowly draining from his shoulders as he reached up and pulled her hand away from his mouth, "God. Yea. Sorry you're right I'm just nervous - it's just Mr. Edgeworth is sorta a big deal? Like he's good and god he's smart. Really smart."

“We’ve faced a lot of smart prosecutors, Apollo.  We've faced a lot of good prosecutors. Gavin? Simon? Look.” Athena sighed, “How about you give Mr. Wright a real quick phone call and let him know what’s up.” She glanced at Stevens who had not stopped staring at them, clearly worried, “I’m gonna comfort our client because you are certainly not doing that right now.”

“Right. Good plan.” Apollo nodded, smiling tersely at Stevens who shot him a nervous grin back before turning towards Athena. Apollo only heard part of Athena's gentle greeting towards their client, quickly moving away from them as he hurried into a corner in the opposite side of the defense lobby. He reached into his pocket, turning towards the corner for some privacy before pulling out of his phone and calling. 

Phoenix thankfully picked up almost immediately, “Apollo, hey!” he said, “What’s up?”

“Mr. Wright. There’s been a…development on the Stevens case.”

“You and Athena have trial for that soon, right?” Phoenix asked, concern creeping into his voice, “Is everything okay?”

“No, everything’s certainly not okay Mr. Wright – they changed prosecutors!” Apollo tried to keep his voice low, praying his client wouldn’t hear him, “Klavier’s apparently come down with some cold or something!”

“Calm down, Apollo you’ll be fine” Phoenix sounded relieved, “You and Athena can handle yourselves. God I thought something serious had happened. Why are you worried anyways? There’s literally no prosecutor in this whole state that can beat you two when you’re pursuing the truth. You know that.”

“Mr. Wright, Mr. Edgeworth is prosecuting.”

“…okay so maybe one.”

“Mr. Wright!”

“Kidding, I’m kidding, Apollo!” Phoenix laughed, “Oof, that’s rough though – Edgeworth can be difficult.”

“Difficult” Apollo repeated back, “I’m sorry, difficult, Mr. Wright we’re talking about Miles Edgeworth here, not fucking Winston Payne!”

“Yes, I know,” Phoenix said, his tone clearly amused, “Surprised but not worried, I guess. Edgeworth really doesn’t step down to prosecute anymore so they must be pretty short-staffed.”

“How are you not worried!?”

“Because I know Edgeworth and I know you two.”

“Mr. Wright, I’m sorry but that brings me absolutely no assurance whatsoever.”

Phoenix laughed again, “I know you and Athena can take whatever punches Edgeworth throws and I know he’s counting on you two to counter him. That’s how we get to the truth, Apollo.”

“Feels like there should be an easier way to get to the truth” Apollo grumbled.

“But it works, Apollo. Look. Edgeworth is relentless – he doesn’t ever let up and he can be one smarmy little bitch.” Phoenix said, his voice suddenly softer and more serious, “But he’s good. Not just at his job, as a person. He’ll work with you to get to the truth. I mean it won’t feel like he’s working with you, it’ll feel like he just he’s calling you and your mother and anyone that ever loved you a fucking moron without ever actually saying the words, the things the man can do with tone. And damn you’ll feel like a fucking moron, not gonna lie it kinda sucks. But then when everything comes together, once he’s seen the truth, once he realizes what he has to do, what path to take, god Apollo he’s beau-brilliant.“ Phoenix’s breath hitched and he suddenly stopped talking, pausing for a beat before letting out a nervous laugh, “Sorry about that rant. I…I got carried away. Um. Just a little jealous I guess.”

“You like going to court with Mr. Edgeworth.”

“Course I do.” Phoenix said, “He’s thrilling to go against. He doesn’t prosecute much anymore so it’s a real treat to be able to face him.”

“I…I guess. I’m just…nervous. I mean this is Miles Edgeworth.”

“And you’re Apollo Justice.”

“I’m aware.”

“So what’s there to be nervous about?”

“I…it’s Miles Edgeworth, Mr. Wright. He’s a legend.”

“And an absolute prick who loves his dog and Steel Samurai and hates elevators. He’s a man Apollo.”

“I guess.”

“Hey what’s your trademark saying again?”

Apollo sighed, “I…I’m fine.”

“There he is.” Phoenix laughed, “You’ll be fine Apollo. Trust yourself, trust Athena, and trust Edgeworth. But do kick his ass, I can’t bear the thought of my kids losing to that smug jerk.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“You’ll be fine. Call me when you can and remember, if things do get too bad just extend the trial and I’ll catch the first train back then put in an emergency appearance.”

“I. Yea. I don’t want that.” Apollo sighed, “We’ll keep you updated though, Mr. Wright.”

“Of course. Good luck, Apollo.”

“Thanks.”

Apollo hung up and stuffed his phone into his back pocket, sighing before straightening his shoulders and walking back to where Athena was talking to Stevens in a low voice.

“How’s Mr. Wright?” Athena asked as Apollo approached.

“Good.” Apollo said.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

Athena grinned, “Hell yea you are.” She smiled at Stevens, “Court should be starting soon. We’ll find the truth, don’t you worry.”

“I appreciate your concern” Stevens said, “But I’m telling you, there’s…really not a lot to say. I shot Carla. I was upset and didn’t mean to kill her but I still shot her.”

“Mmmm” Apollo nodded, ignoring Stevens as he flipped through the case file to refresh his memory. Something about this case didn’t sit right with him and before Phoenix had left, he had sat down with Apollo and Athena to discuss their case theory.

“This is a cover up” Athena had said, her voice ringing with certainty, “Nothing about this murder makes any sense. There’s just too much evidence and it contradicts the timeline that Mr. Stevens gave.”

“I agree with you” Phoenix nodded, “So the question is then – who is the culprit?”

“Look at who stands to benefit the most from the victim’s death.” Apollo said, examining the case file, “And that would be Mr. Charles Tompkins.”

“The defendant’s boyfriend.” Athena said.

“And victim’s younger brother.” Apollo provided, “With a very clear motive.” Apollo pulled a rather thick contract from the file, placing it down on the table with certainty, “I’d say a $2 million life insurance policy is as good as a motive as any?”

“Mr. Stevens keeps saying he murdered the victim because she was abusive towards Tompkins. His story is he went to the victim’s house – his boyfriend had been staying with her because of some work issues – where he got into an altercation with the victim over Tompkins.” Phoenix said, thoughtfully, staring up at the ceiling as he recounted their client’s story, “He shot her with a gun he found in the house. He said Tompkins was in his room when this all happened and had nothing to do with the shooting.”

“Our client seriously expects us to believe his boyfriend just sat in his room while his sister and boyfriend got into such a bad fight that someone got shot” Apollo rolled his eyes.

“So we have our case theory” Athena said, “Now we just have to prove it.”

Which was where they were now. Apollo sighed, closing the file before turning to Mr. Stevens.

“Mr. Stevens, you’re sticking to your story?” Apollo asked, “That you shot the victim?”

“I did, Mr. Justice” Stevens said, “I…I’m sorry that you have to defend me but I shot her.”

Apollo ignored the familiar feeling of his bracelet tightening. It wouldn’t do him much good, as he already knew Stevens was lying but had no concrete evidence to force the truth out of him, “Alright Mr. Stevens.” He said, resigning himself to another stressful day, “How are you hoping to plead?”

“Guilty. Um to second degree murder though, right?”

“You’re the one making the plea.”

“What’s the difference between first and second degree again?” Stevens asked.

“Well, obviously, first degree is the more serious charge and a capital crime but what really distinguishes the two is intent. First degree requires the state prove premeditation and deliberation as part of intent,” Apollo said, ticking the elements off in his head, “Premeditation is a decision to kill, deliberation is a consideration of that decision. So you basically need two steps in a first degree murder - a plan to commit the murder and then a chance to reflect on that plan. Generally the state will demonstrate these elements through evidence - things like a plan or motive to kill, the time that elapsed between the decision to kill, and the nature of the act.”

“Well...I didn’t intend to kill her” Stevens said, “So I committed second degree murder?”

“That is the plea we entered and what we argued in our response to the state’s complaint,” Apollo responded, “Second degree murder is still obviously a very serious crime but it carries a lighter sentence. The death penalty is off the table in a second degree murder conviction but you can serve up to 25 years in prison.”

“Then yes.” Stevens nodded, his face pale but determined, “I...that’s what I want. I want to plead guilty to second degree murder.”

“Very well” Apollo sighed, “But I should warn you that the state is pursuing a first degree murder case, which is being presented by an extremely competent prosecutor. If they succeed, then you probably will be hanged.”

Stevens swallowed, his hands flying in front of him as he grasped himself nervously, “I…I’m aware.” He said softly, “It’s fine. This is fine.”

“If you’re covering up for someone…”

“I’m not!” Stevens cried with such force that Apollo instinctively took a step back, “Ah. No, sorry but I’m not covering up, I shot her!”

“While your boyfriend sat in his room.”

“He…he was listening to music.”

“While his boyfriend and his sister had a crazy shouting match in the kitchen over him.”

“He doesn’t like confrontation.”

“Funny.” Apollo said, “I pulled his criminal record and he has a history of assault charges. Seems pretty confrontational.”

“He…he doesn’t like confrontation in his personal life.”

“Oh really now. And half his assault charges involve family members because…?”

Stevens gaped at Apollo, his face flushed, “I…Mr. Justice. You aren’t going to enter his criminal record…Charlie’s really sensitive about that stuff and it has nothing to do with this trial. If…if you’re trying to drag his name through the mud, with all due respect I think I’d like to go pro se.”

“Relax, Mr. Stevens,” Athena looked annoyed, “Even if we wanted to move Mr. Tompkin’s record into evidence, we probably can’t. Or it'd be a very bad idea at least. Character evidence rules.”

“I. Good.” Stevens steeled himself, “Because when I say Charlie had nothing to do with this, I mean it. That’s what I want to tell the court, Mr. Justice, and I would ask that you respect my wishes. If you don’t I will fire you on the spot.”

Apollo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was so obvious that Stevens was covering up for Tompkins but now it was Apollo’s responsibility to prove this was the case. In a way that wouldn’t get him fired. In a court of law. Against Miles Edgeworth.

Sometimes Apollo really wondered why he had become a criminal defense attorney. Securities law probably would have been more profitable and he had been good at that in law school. Maybe it really was time to reconsider his career path; after all, nobody’s life was on the line when you fucked up an IPO...

“Mr. Justice, Ms. Cykes” the bailiff approached, interrupting Apollo’s train of thought, “They’re ready for you now.”

“Great. Thanks.” Apollo nodded, smiling grimly at Athena before he squared his shoulders and nodded, “Let’s do this.”

The bailiff nodded, pulling the door open for the three of them. Stevens stumbled into the courtroom, flanked by Apollo and Athena, who gently placed a hand on his elbow and guided him to the defendant’s chair. Stevens looked at her, shaking slightly before plopping down bonelessly and shrinking into the chair, shoulders hunched and face scrunched up on a mixture of fear and sadness.

Ah. That.

Apollo sighed, studying Steven’s broken figure as he made his way over to the defense’s bench. Right. That’s why he did this. He had always enjoyed law, of course. Puzzling through statutes and the legislative intent behind the placement of a comma had always been fun for Apollo but even beyond that, Apollo had just wanted to help people. There had never been some noble call or desire to pursue justice, no lofty aspirations about reforming the legal system or even really leaving his mark, just a simple desire to reach out to someone hurting in front of him and ease their pain. Advocating for people who needed it when nobody else would, when the stakes were literally life or death - despite his misgivings and shitty studio apartment, Apollo knew he’d probably never be able to give this up to structure corporate mergers, no matter how nice six-figure bonuses and his own two-bedroom condo sounded.

Let’s just hope I’m actually up to the task Apollo thought grimly, organizing his files on his desk as Athena began setting up Widget for the courtroom.

The door to the prosecutor’s lobby opened and Apollo quickly pushed down a wave of nausea as Edgeworth walked in, his case file tucked snugly beneath his right arm. The man was dressed in the same burgundy outfit Apollo had always seen him in and Apollo nodded jerkily as Edgeworth made eye contact. The prosecutor nodded slightly in return before also nodding to Athena as he made his way to his own bench, spreading out his case file in front of him and arranging everything in neat piles on his desk.

“Oh god oh god oh god this is really happening” Apollo whispered, his face heating up, “Athena he’s right there. It’s really him. He’s on the other side of the courtroom.”

“Apollo…we’ve seen Mr. Edgeworth before. He comes to the agency all the time. Him and Mr. Wright get lunch together at least once a week.”

“Yea but that’s not court.”

“We’ve seen him in court.”

“As observers for Mr. Wright’s trials!”

“Apollo, you sweating bullets and passing out really isn’t gonna help much you know.”

“I can’t help it Athena!”

“I don’t know – imagine him naked?”

“That’s so much worse.”

“But less intimidating?”

“Still intimidating! But worse!”

There was a clatter as the judge finally came out of his chambers, the entire courtroom standing as he climbed the stairs to the bench.

“Please be seated” the judge said as he settled into his chair, “Now, I believe this is State v. Stevens? Are both parties ready?”

“The prosecution is ready, your honor.” Edgeworth spoke, his voice rich and even.

“The defense is also ready, your honor.” Apollo nodded, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

“Very well” the judge said, “I believe there are no pre-trial matters so Mr. Edgeworth, your opening statement please.”

---

Going into the trial, Apollo knew it would be rough. The prosecution had a strong case. Their own defendant had confessed to the crime. And Miles Edgeworth, not Klavier Gavin, was prosecuting the case.

Despite that, Apollo was not quite prepared for the absolute shitshow the trial quickly turned into.

If Apollo had to pinpoint the moment when their case absolutely blew up in their face, he would have to say it was probably when the prosecution began their case in chief. The first witness to take the stand was Detective Gumshoe, who had been called to lay out the scene of the crime and the state’s overall theory. Apollo had crossed Gumshoe before but for whatever reason his testimony was solid this time – the police had shown up to the scene after a 911 call from the defendant’s frantic boyfriend and had found the defendant, calm and holding the weapon that had clearly fired the bullet lodged firmly into the back of the victim’s head.

“Well, the detective just said the police had found evidence of a struggle, right?” Apollo asked Edgeworth thinking hard after raising an objection, “But the lack of gunpowder residue suggests the victim was shot from a distance of at least 2-3 yards. Your theory is they were fighting, and during the struggle, Mr. Stevens shot the victim in the head. But that makes no sense – why would there be such a distance between the victim and their killer if they were in the middle of a fight?”

“But if the defendant had left the room, retrieved the gun, and returned to shoot the victim, some distance would make sense, correct Mr. Justice?”

“Mr. Edgeworth, there is evidence that the victim was armed!” Apollo shot back, “We have a rolling pin that has her fingerprints on it. It’s believed that she was fighting against her attacker with that – your theory is that he just walked out of the room in the middle of their fight and then she just sat there after fending him off with a rolling pin!? That makes no sense!”

“Indeed, Mr. Justice” Edgeworth smirked, “Care to enlighten us on the defense’s theory then?”

“Well there’s evidence of a struggle and it's clear she did try to fight her attacker off right before she died. However, she was still shot from at least 2-3 yards away.” Apollo said, speaking slowly as he worked through the facts, “Combine that with the fact that she was shot in the back of her head…it’s clear she was trying to run away.”

“Very well” Edgeworth shrugged, “So far the state has no objections with the defense’s theory of the events.”

“Apollo, be careful. Mr. Edgeworth is going along with your theory way too easily for my liking.” Athena muttered. Apollo nodded, swallowing heavily before he continued.

“So…so the prosecution’s theory is unfounded!” Apollo cried, “It wouldn’t have been possible for Mr. Stevens to have shot the victim! They were arguing, he couldn’t have left the room to retrieve the gun while she was trying to escape! If that were the case, she would have been long gone by the time he got back!”

“Interesting” Edgeworth seemed completely unphased and Apollo felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach, “It almost seems like the killer had the gun on them when the fight started.”

“That’s the only way for this to make sense.”

“And I do believe that the defense has argued that it is impossible for this case to be first-degree murder because of a lack of premeditation and deliberation” Edgeworth said, picking up and flipping through what Apollo assumed to be the defense’s response brief, “As evidenced by the fact that the murder weapon was actually the victim’s own handgun, is that correct? Your position is that this was a spontaneous killing and thus second degree?”

“Yes” Apollo nodded, “If this was a premeditated murder committed by Mr. Stevens, he would have brought his own weapon. The fact he didn’t have one demonstrates that he had no plan to commit the murder. No plan, no premeditation. No premeditation, no deliberation. Without those elements, the state cannot prove first degree murder. Perhaps you would like to amend your charges to second degree, Mr. Edgeworth?”

“Cocky, aren’t we, Mr. Justice?”

“Just trying to ensure the state meets their burden.”

“I appreciate the concern” Edgeworth drawled, not even sparing Apollo a glance as he continued to flip lazily through the response. Apollo flushed, annoyed with the blatant disregard Edgeworth was showing him, “A quick legal question I was hoping you could help me with though. In establishing the intent element, when exactly does the state have to show that the plan to kill was formulated?”

“There’s no precise timing requirement.” Apollo responded quickly, “For either premeditation or deliberation. As demonstrated in the Watson case, the crime can be formulated shortly before the act. Even a few seconds may be enough for a killer to consider their actions. This means that even a murder that is conceived shortly before being carried out can meet both intent elements. It’s a totality of the evidence deliberation, Mr. Edgeworth, not a precise science.”

“Thank you for your response and for answering both my premeditation and deliberation concerns.” Edgeworth said, still not looking up from the response, “I see you certainly have a greater command of case precedence than other defense attorneys who elect to get through trial on bluffs alone.” Edgeworth finally stopped reading, looking up at Apollo, a lazy smirk gracing his handsome features, “So Mr. Justice help me work through this hypothetical. Say a killer comes to a location unarmed but obtains a gun at the location. They then keep the gun on their person before getting into an altercation with another individual, who they shoot. Does the fact that they obtained the weapon upon arrival instead of bringing the weapon with them change the intent analysis?”

“Well…no.” Apollo said slowly, “The analysis doesn’t have a precise time limit. So even the fact that they obtained the gun later doesn't really matter. It’s the fact that they brought a gun into the argument at all. That act would suggest that they had formulated a plan to commit murder, meeting the premeditation requirement. The killer then had a chance to consider throughout the argument, meeting the deliberation - aghk!”

Edgeworth's smile sharpened as Apollo realized what he had said, “I see the defense finally understands. Mr. Justice kindly established earlier that the killer must have brought the gun to the argument with the victim, since the victim was shot as she was fleeing. The fact that the defendant arrived at the scene unarmed has no bearing on this case, as he could have formulated the murder plan after arriving at the scene. After all, there is no precise time requirement, isn’t that correct, Mr. Justice?” Edgeworth paused, clearly not expecting an answer from Apollo, shrugging before continuing, “Thus, the defense’s original argument that this was murder in the second degree…” he snapped the response brief shut and let it drop to the bench in front of him, “....is frankly without merit. Thank you for clearing that issue up, Mr. Justice.”

“I-”

“I believe the state has met its burden for establishing the intent elements of first-degree murder” the judge said thoughtfully, interrupting Apollo, “The only question now remaining is if the defendant is the party who committed the crime.”

“Fuck that was smooth” Athena cursed, “You walked right into that one. I mean the flair he threw in there was totally unnecessary, did he really have to just drop our brief, but ugh he got you. You even handed him the precedence he needed and made his argument for him.”

“I didn’t see you helping.” Apollo muttered, “Could’ve tried to stop me from helping Mr. Edgeworth bump this case up from second degree to first degree.”

“Well we just sorta just blew up our whole response then. Alright. Cool” Athena sighed, “We are solidly in first degree territory now, huh? If we lose Mr. Steven’s definitely hanging. Talk about raising the stakes right out of the gates.”

“Oh my god. Athena we’re barely two hours into trial.” Apollo groaned softly, “At this rate I don’t even know if we’ll last long enough for Mr. Wright to come back.”

“Okay, no, we’ve only proven that the killer acted with premeditated intent” Athena whispered back, “We haven’t…gone anywhere with who pulled the trigger. And our actual case theory never rested on intent anyways it was always Mr. Stevens just didn’t do it. The response was just to convince Stevens to let us take the case. So this fight’s far from over.”

“Yea, you’re right” Apollo nodded, steeling himself, “This is just a setback. Let’s get back in there.”

Gumshoe finished his testimony, clarifying a few additional questions Apollo had before stepping down.

“If the defense has no objections, the only additional testimony the state would like to secure is Mr. Stevens’” Edgeworth said after Gumshoe had shuffled off the stand.

“We have no objections.” Apollo said, smiling at Mr. Stevens, “The defendant is willing to take the stand to tell his side of the story.”

“Very well” Edgeworth said, “Mr. Stevens, if you would?”

Stevens shot a terrified glance at Apollo before swallowing thickly and nodding, visibly shaking as he took the stand.

Please hang in there Apollo begged silently, trying to maintain an encouraging smile as Stevens shakily introduced himself to the court. Please don’t give Mr. Edgeworth any more rope than he already has to hang you god please just tell the truth.

“Mr. Stevens, I’ll be direct,” Edgeworth said, once introductions had been made, “Did you shoot the victim?”

“Yes.”

“The state rests.”

“Objection!” Athena cried, “No – Mr. Stevens! The truth! We need to hear the truth! Need I remind you that the state is pursuing a first degree murder charge and the judge has already said that he believes Mr. Edgeworth has met his burden for intent! This is now a capital case, Mr. Stevens, with your life resting on its outcome!”

“I see you’ve inherited your boss’s propensity to badger witnesses into saying what you want them to say, Ms. Cykes.” Edgeworth interjected.

“The defense has a right to get the full testimony!” Athena shot back without missing a beat as she slammed her hand onto her desk, “Our witness, our direct, and we would ask that the defendant describe the events of the day.” She turned to Stevens, softening considerably, “If you would, Mr. Stevens, could you please describe exactly what happened?”

“Oh. Yea.” Stevens nodded nervously, “Of course.”

Stevens’ testimony was a mess. He had barely been speaking for five minutes before Athena objected, pointing out a contradiction so glaring even Edgeworth stayed silent, tapping his finger impatiently. This went on for about half an hour, Stevens stumbling and making mistake after mistake while Athena and Apollo pointed out every hole in his testimony.

“In conclusion” Athena said triumphantly, “Mr. Stevens couldn’t have committed the crime! The evidence proves he didn’t even enter the house until the victim had passed!”

“Interesting case theory Ms. Cykes,” Edgeworth finally spoke, and Athena glared at him, “However, you still have yet to explain the defendant’s confession.”

“His confession?”

“You say he lied to protect his boyfriend, Mr. Tompkins,” Edgeworth said, “He had, at this point been dating Mr. Tompkins for what? Two months? You mean to tell me that this man is on the stand, perjuring himself and facing a capital sentence merely because he wanted to protect a man he had been dating for two months?”

“That’s our theory, Mr. Edgeworth.”

“You don’t find this behavior extreme.”

“He’s in love.”

Edgeworth scoffed, “In love? Ms. Cykes, he barely knew Mr. Tompkins. He is now, according to you, offering to die for him. Your explanation is ridiculous.”

“Love is a strong emotion!” Athena said, swiping her screen up to put it in display mode, “I’ve psychoanalyzed his emotional output and I can confirm this man is very much in love with Mr. Tompkins. This emotion has been consistent throughout his testimony so it’s not exactly a leap to understand that this is the emotion driving all of his actions.”

“And you believe Mr. Tompkins to be the true culprit.”

“It makes the most sense” Athena said, “It was Mr. Tompkins’ gun. He had a…history with his sister and most importantly, a $2 million life insurance policy of which he was the sole beneficiary. Furthermore, he was the only one in the house at the true time of the killing. Everything’s there Mr. Edgeworth. Mr. Tompkins is the true murderer and Mr. Stevens is simply taking the fall to protect him.”

“Well, Mr. Stevens?” Edgeworth asked, turning towards Stevens who had been staring at Athena in horror the entire time, “Is this true?”

“Wha- no!” Stevens cried out, “No! I shot her! Ms. Cykes, what are you doing – I said I shot her!”

“And we’ve proven that that’s an impossibility, Mr. Stevens” Athena said, “I…I’m sorry. This is hard, I understand but we’ve got to get to the truth.”

“That is the truth!” Stevens wailed, “I…there must be a mistake in the forensics, I shot her, I was the one…she ran away and I shot her!”

“Ms. Cykes, you really are going to stick with your ludicrous love theory?” Edgeworth pressed, disbelief evident in his tone, “It isn’t love if Mr. Stevens is acting like this. It’s simply preposterous.”

“You don’t think I love Charlie?” Stevens asked, clearly confused.

“I believe you’re delusional and a fool if the defense’s theory is correct” Edgeworth retorted, “Hanging to protect a murder because you love him – it’s asinine. Frankly, a more credible motive for the defendant acting in such an irrational way would be much appreciated.”

“That’s what you do when you’re in love, Mr. Edgeworth” Stevens protested, “You protect each other. You help each other.”

“Not like this, Mr. Stevens.”

“Mr. Edgeworth, have you ever been in love?”

It was a simple question, a stupid question really, and Apollo expected Edgeworth to immediately shoot it down with his usual venom.

He didn’t.

There was a pause, a second, a heartbeat, and Apollo saw Edgeworth freeze. His eyes remind the same, haughty and condescending, but Apollo saw his hands grip his elbows suddenly, tight, and his mouth twist into an unpleasant grimace, as if the prosecutor were suddenly in pain.

It was over in the blink of an eye. Edgeworth exhaled, so quickly, so quietly that Apollo was sure he was the only one who noticed. His hands loosened, dropping to his sides and his mouth relaxed as he started speaking again, “Defendant, last I checked, I was not the one on trial today,” Edgeworth’s voice was calm and smooth, bored even, “I believe Ms. Cykes was attempting to establish your motive for perjuring yourself - would you care to explain yourself to the court?”

“What’s going on?” Athena muttered.

Apollo glanced at her, then back to Edgeworth, moving his hand to his bracelet which had tightened as soon as Edgeworth had spoken, “Are you getting weird readings from Mr. Edgeworth too?” he asked her, careful to keep his voice low.

“Insane readings” she nodded, staring at her holographic screen, which she had pulled down from display mode, “I mean I don’t even need Widget for this honestly, the discord in his voice from that one sentence is deafening. His emotions are all over the place, Apollo – he’s scared, really scared, and god there’s a deep, deep sadness there too. A yearning almost, that must hurt.” Athena grimaced, “But there’s…a happiness there too? It’s weak but definitely there, underlying everything. What’s going on here?”

“My bracelets acting up too” Apollo confirmed, “He…did not like that question. But why? Why would Mr. Edgeworth respond to a throwaway line like that?”

“If the defense is done conspiring, I would very much like to wrap this case up sometimes in the next decade.” Edgeworth’s voice, sharp and biting, abruptly brought an end to Athena and Apollo’s conversation, “Please instruct your witness to answer the question I asked.”

“Yes, right. Um. Mr. Stevens, would you mind answering the prosecutor’s question?”

“I am!” Stevens wailed, “Motive – you want a motive, as to why I might take the fall for Charlie, isn’t that right, Mr. Edgeworth?”

“It would certainly help your case.”

“That’s why I asked you!” Stevens shook his head, “Have you ever been in love, Mr. Edgeworth?”

“I generally choose to devote my energies to more fruitful endeavors.” Edgeworth snapped back, clearly irritated.

“Again!” Athena hissed, biting her lip, her hands jerking up slightly as she instinctively tried to cover her ears, “What’s going on!?”

Apollo nodded, feeling the band around his wrist tighten as soon as Edgeworth had answered the question, “I have no idea but Mr. Edgeworth is reacting badly to this line of questioning.”

“No – you’d understand if you’d been in love Mr. Edgeworth” Stevens said, “That’s why I would do it.”

“You perjured yourself because you loved Mr. Tompkins?”

“I – no. I didn’t commit perjury.” Stevens shook his head, “I shot the victim, Mr. Edgeworth.”

“But following the defense’s hypothetical.”

“I…if I were lying.” Stevens said, “Which I’m not. But sure. I love him, Mr. Edgeworth. I – none of this matters. It’s fine.”

“You would be willing to do this because of your love.”

“Absolutely”

“And you believe in Mr. Tompkins?”

“I love him, Mr. Edgeworth.”

“Answer the question, defendant.”

“I…yes. Of course.”

“And you think he loves you.”

“He does.”

“He doesn’t.”

“What?” Stevens looked shocked, “What are you talking about? How would you know?”

“Because if he loved you he would never have never asked you to do this for him,” Edgeworth snapped back, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at Stevens, “If that man loved you half as much as you loved him – you would offer, oh yes, and he would have never taken you up on that offer.”

“You don’t know anything about our relationship!”

“I certainly do not,” Edgeworth agreed, “But I know that asking someone to perjure themselves, to come to court and lie, to fall on the sword for them – that’s not love. The person you love should be an anchor, a guiding light, someone who holds you to the path you chose to walk together. He should make you a better person, Mr. Stevens, not demand you commit crimes to protect his worthless hide!”

“I – “

“Tell me, Mr. Stevens, did you offer to perjure yourself or did Mr. Tompkins ask?”

“H…he asked.”

“Interesting.”

“He – he knew I would say yes!”

“Of course he did, you’re in love after all!” Edgeworth threw his hands in the air, “You love him, Mr. Stevens. He sees you as a tool to avoid the hangman’s rope.”

“I –“

“Mr. Stevens, I’m curious, what were you doing before you met Mr. Tomkpins?”

“I…was a student. At Riverside. I wanted to get my Associates then transfer to a state school.”

“And what were you going to do after that?”

“…I wanted to go to med school.”

“And what do you do now? Are you on the path to med school still?”

“I. No.”

“Why is that?”

“Charlie said it’d…be better if I dropped out. Said school was stressful and my depression made it impossible.”

“Understandable. So of course once you dropped out Mr. Tomkpins assisted you in seeking treatment for your depression. Perhaps looked for a therapist? Helped you find counseling? Worked through your insurance coverage to see what options were available?”

“…no. N...none of those things.”

“Why is that?”

“He said he was busy.”

“Well then surely you sought help for yourself?”

“I…no.”

“Why not?”

“He said I couldn’t be trusted.”

“Oh really now?”

“It…it isn’t like that.”

“He convinced you to give up on your dreams to become a doctor, he encouraged you to drop out of college, he has done nothing to get you the help you need and he has gaslighted you into thinking you couldn’t even be trusted to handle your own health.” Edgeworth’s tone was scathing and Stevens winced as if the words physically cut him, “Furthermore, to add insult to injury, he has now asked you to take the fall for a capital crime. Mr. Stevens. He doesn’t love you. That isn’t love. It’s perverted and twisted and toxic and in no way is it love.”

“N…no. I…shot her.”

“Naturally, what you believe makes no difference to me” Edgeworth smirked and shrugged, spreading his arms wide, “You hanging would be another win for my record.”

“You…”

“Mr. Stevens, please!” Athena piped up, “Mr. Edgeworth is right – look at the evidence, think about what he said! He doesn’t love you! Please. Just tell us the truth.”

“I…I…” Stevens was grasping the witness stand, his head bowed, “What do you even know, Mr. Edgeworth” he finally spat out, “How do you know anything about love? You say these things after telling me you “chose to devote your energy to more fruitful endeavors” – what the fuck do you know!?”

Edgeworth said nothing, coolly regarding Stevens for a few seconds, “Mr. Stevens, I do not understand what part of ‘I’m not the one on trial here’ you utterly fail to comprehend.”

“I see you for what you are – an emotionally distant asshole with probably enough rich boy baggage to fill an entire cargo hold.” Mr. Stevens' voice was harsh, full of venom as he glared at Edgeworth, “Mr. Edgeworth – you talk about love but nobody has ever loved you.”

“Perhaps.”

“So what could you –“

“Do not presume to know me, Mr. Stevens.” Edgeworth’s tone was even and face impassive but Apollo had to swallow a gasp as his bracelet bit into his wrist. Out of the corner of his eye, Apollo saw Athena grimacing, the discord she was hearing in Edgeworth’s voice apparent in her face, “Perhaps I’ve never been loved. I don’t need that to see what you have, twisted and grotesque as it is – is a sham, some sick and pale imitation of what love can be.”

“Then you-“

“Of course.”

Edgeworth’s voice was soft, so soft Apollo barely heard his response, tender and for a brief second vulnerable. It wasn’t a tone Apollo ever expected to hear from Miles Edgeworth of all people but as he spoke, Apollo bracelet suddenly went slack, loosening with the prosecutor's last few words. Apollo wasn’t able to swallow back the surprised gasp that escaped him as the bracelet stopped biting into his wrist and Athena also sighed, her hand flying up and grasping Widget.

“It finally stopped.” She said, her tone wondrous.

“Same” Apollo nodded grimly, “What…what was that.”

“Something we can deal with after we get to the bottom of this” Athena said, gritting her teeth and turning her attention to Stevens, “Mr. Stevens…are you willing to talk?”

Stevens had been staring at Edgeworth the entire time, his face pale and red eyes brimming with tears, “I…yes.” He finally said, his voice quiet, tears trickling slowly down his cheeks, “Charlie. Charlie. Oh god Charlie shot her.”

---

To say the trial went smoothly after Stevens' confession would have been a lie. Of course, the defense had to prove each element of their case with Edgeworth fighting them the whole way (the things the man could do with tone indeed) but eventually they finally established enough probable cause to drag Mr. Tompkins onto the stand. From there it was just a matter of turning on the pressure, pointing out the numerous contradictions in his testimony until he finally cracked, admitting to shooting the victim for the insurance payout.

“Oh my god I can’t believe we did that in a day.” Apollo gasped at Athena after they filtered out of the courtroom, shaking his head, “Today was…rough.”

“But we won!” Athena said, pumping her fist, “You beat Mr. Edgeworth, Apollo! How’d you feel about that?”

“Honestly? Still feel like shit not gonna lie” Apollo groaned, “Mr. Wright was, well, right. Mr. Edgeworth can really make you feel like an idiot.”

“Yea but I can’t help but feel like he was actually helping us…” Athena said thoughtfully, “There were definitely points where he could’ve ended the trial but he kept it going.”

“And he actually honored discovery?” Apollo grumbled, “No springing last minute changes on us through trial…yea I guess. Prosecutorial discretion is sure scary.”

“Speaking of Mr. Edgeworth though…”

“Yea.” Apollo frowned, “What was that.”

“Apollo.” Athena looked worried, “I think we should go talk to him.”

“What.”

“The emotions in his voice were bad, Apollo” Athena said, “I know you can see when someone’s lying so we know he was lying and trying to hide something. But whatever he was hiding, it hurt him. Badly.”

“So you’re suggesting that we, two attorneys who barely know him, go see him because he’s hiding something that deeply hurts him and we drag this extremely painfully secret out of him.”

“Yep."

“By force if necessary?”

“We gotta do what we gotta do!”

“Athena” Apollo said slowly, “How do you not see what a monumentally bad decision that is?”

“Apollo, we need to help him.”

“Athena, if he’s hiding whatever this is, he’s probably hiding it for a reason!” Apollo protested, “I don’t know if he’d appreciate us barging in and pulling that out of him!”

“If he isn't willing to talk, it’s only going to fester” Athena responded, “You’re right though. I don’t think we should necessarily drag it out of him but I do want him to know he should talk to someone about this. Maybe make sure he has a therapist? Or Mr. Wright? They’re really close aren’t they? So this should be something he should be able to talk to Mr. Wright about.”

“Are you going to listen to me if I say we shouldn’t go?”

“Glad you understand Polly!”

“Don’t call me that.”

---

The prosecutor’s office was a short walk from the courthouse and Athena and Apollo showed their badges to bypass security, taking the elevator to the twelfth floor after speaking to Edgeworth’s secretary.

“Mr. Edgeworth should be available”, she said, looking over the calendar she had pulled up, “Just knock and go on in. I don’t think he’s expecting anyone but he’s been trying to keep an open door policy lately so someone might already be in there with him.”

Athena and Apollo thanked her and rode the elevator up in silence. It dinged at their location and they shot each other a nervous glance before making their way down the hallway, stopping in front of Edgeworth’s office door. It was a plain brown door, unassuming and exactly like every other door on the floor. Nothing distinguished it as the chief prosecutor's door except for the name displayed on the plate next to the door.

“I guess this is it” Apollo said, sighing before rapping sharply on the door and then pushing it open after a second. Edgeworth had been at his desk, writing something and looked up as Athena and Apollo walked into his office.

“Oh, Mr. Justice, Ms. Cykes” Edgeworth said, his tone pleasant despite the somewhat surprised expression that flashed across his face, “I suppose I should have been expecting you two. Please take a seat. Did you want to discuss Stevens?”

“Um. Well in a way.” Apollo said as he sat down on one of the plush couches in front of Edgeworth’s desk. The prosecutor had stopped working on whatever he had on his desk, still holding onto his pen as he removed his glasses and fixed Apollo with a steely gaze. God why had he agreed to this? He knew better than to go along with the ideas of any of the other members of the WAA, “Um. Athena?” he said desperately, who had sat down next to him. This was her stupid idea, she might as well carry the conversation.

“Mr. Edgeworth” Athena spoke clearly and with none of the hesitancy Apollo felt, “We noticed some unusual readings during trial and wanted to talk with you about them.”

“The trial’s over.” Edgeworth frowned, “Do you believe we missed something? This is rather untimely, don’t you think?”

“No, not with Stevens” Athena shook her head, “With you.”

“With me.”

“During your cross of Stevens.” Athena clicked Widget, pulling up the holographic screen and scrolling through it as she talked, “We got some really bad readings from you. Apollo’s bracelet also reacted to you – you’re hiding something and it’s really hurting you.”

“Ms. Cykes.” Athena’s frown deepened as Edgeworth spoke, “What are you asking me?”

“The discord is back in your voice” Athena muttered, “Mr. Edgeworth, with all due respect what’s going on?”

“I would like to ask you that” Edgeworth’s voice had changed, the warmth in his tone almost immediately swapped out for something  defensive and cold, “You two are the ones who barged into my office, after all, demanding explanations for these hogwash readings.”

“It’s not hogwash!” Athena cried, “Mr. Edgeworth, psychoanalyzing emotions is a cutting-edge method to understand motivation behind actions and Apollo’s bracelet never lies.”

“Why does your entire law firm claim to have these ridiculous truth-detecting superpowers again?” Edgeworth grumbled, “I assure you, no matter the “readings” you’re getting from your odd necklace or Mr. Justice’s bracelet, there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.”

“No, Mr. Edgeworth” Athena shook her head, “I don’t even need Widget to hear the discord in your voice.” She said, her tone firm but insistent, “Look, whatever this it, it's clearly very sensitive and Apollo and I aren’t really here to figure out the details.”

“Then pray tell, why have you two decided to grace my office with your presences this evening?” Edgeworth spat out.

“We want you to get help” Athena said, “If you wanted to talk to me, I’d be happy to help but if not perhaps consider reaching out to a therapist or a close friend?”

“I have a therapist, Ms. Cykes.”

“But this isn’t something you’re comfortable talking to them about.”

Edgeworth said nothing, glaring at Athena. His silence spoke volumes and she sighed, plowing on.

“That…that’s not great, Mr. Edgeworth. Whatever this is, it’s poisoning you.” Athena paused, her eyes flicking over her screen, “This is festering and I don’t think I need to tell you how badly it's hurting you.”

“Of course you don’t” Edgeworth said, his voice harsh and pointed, “You think I’m that oblivious to my own emotions?”

“Then if it hurts so badly why not tell-“

“Because I cannot Ms. Cykes.” Edgeworth cut her off, “This is not a…new situation. I’ve dealt with this for over a decade. I assure you, I am perfectly aware of how to handle myself and do not appreciate your prying.”

Athena fell silent while Apollo absentmindedly grasped his bracelet. It had been reacting throughout the conversation, loosening at some of Edgeworth's admissions only to tighten a few seconds later. It was quickly becoming very annoying, a pulsing against his wrist, constantly expanding and contracting as truths and lies ebbed and flowed from the prosecutor, a tide of emotions that Edgeworth clearly was not able to contain. 

“Mr. Edgeworth, we’re not asking you to tell us what’s going on” Athena said softly, “But you have to tell someone. This…this is unhealthy, bottling up these kinds of emotions for this long. If you can’t talk to your therapist, perhaps a close friend? I’m sure Mr. Wright would be happy to listen – “

“No.” Edgeworth’s voice had somehow become even harder, cutting Athena off, “Not him. Never him.”

“Mr. Edgeworth, I understand you have a rivalry with him but Mr. Wright likes you.” Athena protested, “You know he sees you as his closest friend - I mean he constantly speaks really highly of you, right Apollo?”

“Ah. Yea.” Apollo said lamely, “Um. He called you brilliant today when I called him about Stevens.”

“I am…aware of that.” Edgeworth’s voice was tight as he clearly considered each word carefully, speaking slowly and deliberately, “I know Wright and I know he values our…connection. He is indispensable to me and our relationship has not been an easy one. I value his companionship above all else and I do not doubt he feels similarly. Good god, I know this, Ms. Cykes.”

“Then talk to him” Athena said, her voice gentle, “Mr. Edgeworth the discord in your voice throughout this conversation has somehow gotten worse – you just can’t bottle up this kind of pain forever, it'll destroy you. Talk to Mr. Wright. As you said, he sees you as his closest friend and I know he’d prefer if you were honest and open with him about this.”

“He wouldn’t” Edgeworth said with absolute certainty, “This is one thing I cannot speak to Wright about – to jeopardize our friendship after how long it has taken to get to this point...to lose what we have…” he paused, the slightest softening of his eyes the only indication that the thought disturbed him,  “I could never.”

“You think Mr. Wright would stop being friends with you over this?!” Athena asked, disbelief evident in her voice, “Mr. Edgeworth, you know Mr. Wright. There is nothing you could say to him that would convince him to stop seeing you!”

“Some things would certainly drive a wedge in our relationship, Ms. Cykes and that is something I am not willing to risk. As I said, I value Wright’s friendship and would not trade it for anything.”

“But that’s not quite true.” Apollo suddenly spoke, fidgeting with his bracelet which had by now grown uncomfortably tight. It had been bothering Apollo the entire conversation and while he had kept mostly quiet due to the sheer terror of pushing Edgeworth, the cold metal was almost becoming unbearable, “Mr. Edgeworth, you start rolling your pen between your thumb and forefinger when you lie, did you know that? You started doing that when you said you wouldn’t trade your friendship with Mr. Wright for anything. So that’s not true then. There is something you would trade your friendship for and that something is connected to whatever these emotions are. You can’t tell what this is to Mr. Wright though – is it because you’re worried he’d be upset that there’s something you value more than your friendship with him?”

“I-!” Edgeworth suddenly looked stricken, quickly dropped his pen and letting it fall to his desk with a clatter as he stared at Apollo.

“No, that’s not it, is it?” Apollo frowned, “It’s not that you want to trade your relationship with Mr. Wright for something else, you would never want to lose him. You weren’t lying when you said that.”

“Mr. Justice, I ask that you cease this line of questioning immediately.” Edgeworth snapped.

"So you'd trade your friendship with Mr. Wright for something, but you don't want to lose him...let's think the other way then. Turn it around. You don't want to move away from Mr. Wright, you want to be closer to him." Apollo continued, ignoring Edgeworth as he worked through his logic aloud.

“Mr. Justice!” Edgeworth had sprung up now, slamming his hands on his desk. He was nearly yelling now, his voice hoarse, tense with fear and anger, “Stop - I insist you and Ms. Cykes leave my office immediately!”

Apollo instantly flinched back, his hand dropping from his bracelet as he stared at Edgeworth in shock. The prosecutor's outburst had come one question too late though and the pieces fell together in Apollo's head forming a complete picture he had never wanted to see. 

Edgeworth was willing to give up his friendship with Phoenix but not his connection. 

Which meant that Edgeworth wanted to be closer to Phoenix. 

Edgeworth wanted something closer than a friendship. 

Which meant. 

Which meant. 

Oh god. 

The trial. The question that had started this whole stupid chain of events. The one throwaway line that Stevens had asked Edgeworth. 

"Have you ever been in love, Mr. Edgeworth?"

The back and forth that had led to that one admission from Edgeworth - the brief second of vulnerability that Apollo had never expected, Edgeworth suddenly soft and open as Stevens had pressed for an admission, some confirmation that Edgeworth knew, that he understood what it meant to be in love and what had Edgeworth said?  

"Of course." 

Of course. Of course he knew. Of course he understood. Of course Miles Edgeworth knew what love was, what love could be because he was in love with Phoenix Wright and this revelation slammed into Apollo like a ton of bricks as he gaped at the prosecutor. 

“Oh my god.” Athena said softly, apparently reaching the same conclusion as Apollo, “Oh my god. Mr. Edgeworth. Oh my god I’m so sorry."

Edgeworth seemed to freeze for a few seconds before drawing back, the air and tension leaving his body as he slumped over, his face suddenly haggard, “Is this what you wanted?” he finally asked, his voice small and unbearably quiet, broken and filled with a deep sadness. He looked away from Apollo and Athena, his right hand flying to his left elbow, which he grasped fiercely, “Is this the all-important truth you wanted from me?”

“I…we had no idea.” Athena said, “Oh my god Mr. Edgeworth we didn’t know…”

“And now you do. Are you satisfied?”

“We would never, Mr. Edgeworth we thought it was just some problems you could talk to someone about, I – we – “

“You have your answer” Edgeworth was still refusing to look at either of them, his face flushed as he stared determinedly off to the side, “That’s my secret. You now know it. Now as I said earlier, if you could please leave me alone. I have work I would like to finish today and you two have done nothing but grossly hinder my progress.”

“We – “

“We’re going” Apollo interrupted, his face matching the hue of his suit, “We’re sorry Mr. Edgeworth, we’ll keep quiet about this.”

“That would be appreciated.”

Apollo nodded, standing jerkily as Athena stood too. With one last soft apology the two fled the office, letting the door slam behind them as they hurried out of the prosecutors’ building.

---

“Why did we do that. Why did I listen to you. Why do I ever go along with your harebrained schemes – you know, now I can never look at Mr. Edgeworth or Mr. Wright again so thanks for that! Is this karma? Did I do something to deserve this? I’ve tried to be a good person you know, I give to charity, I work pro bono, I separate my recycling from my trash so please tell me what the fuck I did to deserve that!”

Athena looked miserable as Apollo ranted, pacing around the office as he gesticulated wildly. The two had hurried back to the Wright Anything Agency, silent through the whole car ride but as soon as they had gotten into the office, Apollo had gone off, yelling at nobody in particular as Athena collapsed on the couch.

“I told you that was an awful idea! I told you we shouldn’t pry! I told you that whatever was going on was Mr. Edgeworth’s problem and we shouldn’t push!!! Oh my god why couldn’t I just have shut up when he asked me to stop pushing!?”

“Apollo, you know we had no idea!” Athena wailed, “I…I thought it was something we could help him on!”

“Well we sure as fuck didn’t do that!” Apollo said, “Now he knows that we know that he’s fucking in love with Mr. Wright!? What do we do with this information!?”

“There was no way we could have known, Apollo!” Athena said, “He hides it so well – there was nothing to indicate that he wanted anything more from Mr. Wright, you’ve seen them interact! He never seems awkward or uncomfortable, he just seems, well, happy? Relaxed?”

“He sure as fuck won’t be relaxed anymore!”

“There was no way to know, Apollo!” Athena shook her head, “They were friends! They get lunch together a lot but friends do that! I mean they go way back, right? Like Mr. Wright said that they met as kids, and I guess he helped Mr. Edgeworth a lot early in their career? So I just assumed they were good friends!”

“Mr. Wright did say that Mr. Edgeworth helped him a lot when he was disbarred” Apollo said, continuing Athena’s thread, “He said that Mr. Edgeworth helped covered some of Trucy’s expenses and he would fly the Wrights to Europe a lot to consult on cases. He also paid for Mr. Wright’s bar prep when he was retaking it? And I know Mr. Wright usually has Mr. Edgeworth over for holidays – Mr. Edgeworth doesn’t really have a family I think so it made sense?”

“And Mr. Edgeworth does go to Trucy’s magic shows all the time and will go to parent-teacher night with Mr. Wright” Athena said, “He also usually takes a special interest if he sees Mr. Wright’s on a case and has come over to discuss cases when he’s stuck and usually brings a present and he knows which kind of grape juice is Mr. Wright’s favorite…”

“And he knows Mr. Wright’s favorite take out dish.”

“And his favorite coffee place.”

“And which place to get those stupid weird pastries that Mr. Wright likes. He brings those over all the time.”

“And he…paid for Mr. Wright’s new suit. And insisted on getting it tailored. Which he also paid for.”

“That…that was an expensive suit.”

“Oh my god.” Athena let her face drop into her hands, “Oh my god it’s so obvious. How did we miss this? How is Mr. Wright missing this!?”

“W…what if he’s not missing it?” Apollo said miserably, “It’s a lot, Athena and Mr. Wright’s dense but he can be horribly perceptive when he wants to be.”

“You think he doesn’t return his feelings so he’s just pretending not to notice” Athena suggested, looking up at Apollo.

“Well, I mean yea.” Apollo said, “Athena, what if he’s straight?”

“Oh god you might be right, I’ve never considered Mr. Wright’s sexuality, not gonna lie” Athena frowned, “But he…might be bi? Or pan?”

“I mean sure maybe” Apollo said, “But I’ve only ever seen him express interest in women, y’know? I know I shouldn’t assume but I’ve never seen him ever look at another man like that?”

“So Edgeworth wants to keep this on the downlow because he’s not even sure if Mr. Wright swings that way.”

“I mean wouldn’t you? If you fell in love with a straight friend?”

“I…yea I guess. Goddamnit.” Athena shook her head, “I really didn’t want to find out that Mr. Edgeworth has unrequited feelings for Mr. Wright you know.”

“Well maybe we should have just listened to me” Apollo rolled his eyes, “But why would we do that?”

The phone suddenly rang and the two jumped, staring guiltily into Phoenix’s office where the office telephone was.

“That’s probably Mr. Wright” Apollo said miserably, “I meant to call as soon as trial ended but we decided to be fucking morons instead. I texted him that we won but I didn’t really give him any details. Got distracted, after all. In our whole 'let's be idiots' scheme.”

“Let’s answer it” Athena said, standing up and walking into Phoenix’s office, “He’s just gonna get worried if we don’t update him.”

Apollo nodded, trailing after Athena. She leaned over Phoenix’s desk, pressing the speakerphone button, “Hello?” she said, “Wright Anything Agency, Athena Cykes speaking.”

“Athena!” Phoenix’s voice sounded relieved, “Hey, just calling for case updates! Got Apollo’s text that you won so congrats but wanted to follow up!”

“Ah. Um, yea we won.” Athena said, “Um. Mr. Stevens was very happy. Our case theory was right so. Yay team.”

“You okay, Athena?” Phoenix asked, “You sound kinda off.”

“Oh, no we’re fine – just so you know I have you on speaker and Apollo’s with me, Mr. Wright. But we’re good!”

“Hey Apollo!” Phoenix said, “Edgeworth wasn’t too hard on you two was he? I’m gonna call him up after this – need to brag that my kids kicked his ass in court so let me know if I need to chew him out for being a jerk to you too.”

“You’re gonna call Mr. Edgeworth?” Apollo asked, instantly wincing as soon as he heard how harsh he sounded.

“Of course?” Phoenix sounded confused, “Wanna get a full evaluation of you two from him since I wasn’t able to come.”

“Um. Well. I think he’s kinda busy tonight so maybe that’s not the best idea?” Apollo asked, “I mean it’s late you know, he’s probably tired full day of trial and whatnot.”

“Hey” Phoenix’s voice had changed, “What happened? Are you two okay? I’m serious when I say I’ll yell at Edgeworth if I need to, I know he can be harsh sometimes and if he crossed a line...”

“No, no, no.” Apollo said quickly, his face flushed as he looked helplessly at Athena, “No, it’s nothing like that Mr. Wright. Mr. Edgeworth was um. Fine. Nice. Friendly!”

“Apollo, I know you’re lying now. Miles Edgeworth has never been “nice” or “friendly” in court. Are you okay?”

No I am not okay did you know your courtroom rival is madly in love with you and apparently has been pining for you for over a decade and oh, we know this because Athena and I had the brilliant idea of dragging this information out of him after court so now I can never look at him again because what! The fuck!

“I…I’m fine.”

“Apollo…” Phoenix’s voice carried a warning tone.

“Mr. Wright, we’re fine” Athena said, “Just…had some personal issues. It has nothing to do with this case really.”

“Alright” Phoenix sounded unconvinced, “I won’t pry. But you will tell me if Edgeworth gets too much, alright? He doesn’t really use kid gloves ever so I know he can be overwhelming.”

“Mr. Wright, you and Mr. Edgeworth go way back, right?” Athena suddenly asked. Apollo looked at her, horrified, mouthing What are you doing!? aggressively at her.

“Ah, yea.” Phoenix said, “We were friends when we were kids so we’ve known each other since we were what? 8? 9? It’s been a while.”

“You’re…friends, right?” Athena asked, pointedly ignoring Apollo who was shaking his head frantically at her.

“I would certainly like to think so” Phoenix laughed, “Sometimes I’m not so sure what Edgeworth thinks though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ah well, um.” Phoenix suddenly sounded uncomfortable, “Well he’s somewhat emotionally closed off a lot of times, I guess. He isn’t exactly an open book, and it can be difficult to connect with him sometimes. He’s gotten better though, but it’s still…hard.”

“Do you want to connect?”

“Of course I do. He’s….” Phoenix coughed, “Um. Well. Anyways, good job today kids! We’ll debrief more when I get back, should be in town by the end of the week so we can go over the case then. You got all the dismissal paperwork taken care of, right?”

“Of course, Mr. Wright” Apollo said, glaring at Athena.

“Perfect.” Phoenix said, “Alright, I’m gonna go now I’ll talk to you later. Don’t burn the office down while I’m gone!”

“Yea,” Apollo said, “Say hello to Ms. Fey for us.”

“Will do” Phoenix responded, “Talk to you two later.”

“What was that!?” Apollo asked, rounding on Athena as soon as they hung up, “Are you trying to make this even worse?!”

“We need to figure out how Mr. Wright feels about Mr. Edgeworth” Athena said, a new fire in her eyes, “Apollo, we can fix this.”

“Ooooh no. No. No, no, no. Nope!” Apollo shook his head, putting his hands up, his arms bent at the elbow and palms facing Athena, “No. We do not. We absolutely do not. We have done enough damage, we are not getting any more involved in this, so help me god.”

“Too late, Apollo” Athena said, “We opened this can of worms and we’re seeing this through.”

“You opened that can, I very much tried to keep that lid slammed shut, thank you very much!”

“Well you delivered the finishing blow.”

“Because my wrist was killing me!”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still involved” Athena said, “Look, we aren’t trying to interfere too much…I just want to know if…”

“If there’s a chance.” Apollo sighed, “Athena, isn’t this weird? I mean. Mr. Wright’s our boss. Isn’t there like? A professional boundary or something we shouldn’t cross?”

“Sure but we’re not playing matchmaker or anything” Athena shrugged, “Just wanna get a feel on how Mr. Wright feels, y’know.”

“To see if Mr. Edgeworth has a chance.”

“I mean…”

“That sounds like playing matchmaker.”

“It isn’t! If Mr. Wright’s not interested or straight or whatever we’ll drop it!”

“This is a terrible idea Athena.”

“More likely than not.”

“Would you honor my request if I asked to be left out of this?”

“Probably not." Athena grinned, "So you're in? If this works we'll have the LA legal power couple of the year - well besides you and Gavin, I guess."

"Athena!"

She cackled in response, grinning at Apollo cheekily before flouncing out of the office and leaving Apollo to deal with the foreboding that this was going to go very, very wrong. 

Chapter 2

Notes:

PLEASE check A/N at the end of this chapter; there's a link to a lovely illustration you should really check out!!

So that was weird.

Phoenix stared at his phone, frowning slightly after he hung up on Athena and Apollo. That conversation had not gone as he had expected, especially after hearing that the two had managed to beat Edgeworth without him. He had expected – well maybe some sort of celebration? Apollo fanboying over whatever trial drama had almost certainly occurred between themselves and Edgeworth? A detailed recounting of how they had turned the case around? Athena proudly expounding the importance of her psychoanalysis to break the case wide open? Something besides Apollo absolutely freaking out and calling Edgeworth “nice” after trial.

Phoenix had used many colorful adjectives to describe Miles Edgeworth after a trial and “nice” had certainly never been one of them.

Something had happened between Apollo, Athena, and Edgeworth and Phoenix had absolutely no idea what that something was. As far as he was concerned, the three had always seemed to get along fine and he had no recollection of personal tensions springing up between them. Sure, Apollo had always freaked out a little too much whenever Edgeworth came around but Phoenix was certain the prosecutor was accustomed to that by now. So what could it be?

Phoenix frowned, scrolling through his contacts as he looked for Edgeworth’s number. If the kids were unwilling to talk maybe Edgeworth would be more amenable. Besides, there was a loss to rub in his face, Phoenix thought, grinning as he selected Edgeworth’s contact information and held the phone up to his ear. Edgeworth answered after a few rings, his tone predictably clipped and standoffish.

“Hello, Wright.”

“Edgeworth!” Phoenix said, “Heard someone got their ass handed them to by some rookies in court today.”

“Hm. I’d say some rookies had a rather lucky break in court today. I see you’ve managed to pass on your rather unfortunate habit of completely bluffing through theories until something sticks.” Edgeworth sighed, “Throw enough ideas at our poor judge, something’s bound to get lodged in his head.”

“Hey, if it works, it works” Phoenix shot back, a wide grin spreading across his face and a familiar warmth settling in his stomach at the sarcastic edge in Edgeworth’s voice, “So how were the kids? They’re something aren’t they?”

“Quite” Edgeworth agreed, “Mr. Justice and Ms. Cykes certainly demonstrated a greater understanding of case precedence and, well, law, than I have ever seen from you, if nothing else. I believe today was the first time the infamous Wright Anything Agency not only cited a statute but also provided case precedence. Truly we are blessed to have seen this auspicious day.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve had plenty of suspicious days in court.”

“I am unfortunately painfully aware of your many suspicious days in court.”

Phoenix laughed, “Yea but where would the fun be if my cases weren’t at least a little bit suspicious. Brings some mystery and suspense to trial doesn’t it?”

“Ah yes, Phoenix Wright finally bringing back the true purpose of the courthouse” Edgeworth said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “Justice? Truth? Absolutely not, we must have trials for the Drama, with a capital D.”

“Sure makes things more interesting though, wouldn’t you say?” Phoenix retorted, his tone reflecting the lightness in his chest, “But anyways, I was wondering if you managed to get any notes or comments on the kids? I know you were prosecuting so it’s no biggie if they kept you on your toes the whole time. I mean, I’d totally get it if you weren’t able to write anything down.”

“Is that a challenge, Wright?” Edgeworth asked, predictably rising to the bait, “Of course I have notes, extensive might I add, for your protégés. They’re handwritten though and I can’t be bothered to type them up so if you want them you’re going to need to swing by my office when you get back into town.”

“I can do that, thanks!” Phoenix said, “Oh and also, sorry if this is sorta weird but, did something happen between you and the kids? They were acting kinda strange when I called them earlier.”

There was a pause and then a sudden sharp intake of breath. Ah. Well fuck. Phoenix passed a hand over his face, clasping his jaw as he waited for Edgeworth to respond. Something had definitely happened then and judging by the pause from Edgeworth, it seemed unlikely that Phoenix was going to be getting to the bottom of that something soon.

“In trial you mean?” Edgeworth finally asked, his voice suddenly tense, a slight sense of urgency carrying through his tone, “No. Nothing happened. Why? What did they say?”

“Ooookay.” Phoenix said, instantly picking up on the change in tone, “Outside of trial then?”

“No” Edgeworth said quickly, “Nothing happened, Wright. Did they say anything?”

“No, they didn’t say anything.” Phoenix responded, “Well, I mean, Apollo called you nice and friendly which was very weird considering the fact that you’re a nightmare in trial. So I was wondering if something had happened between you three, I guess?”

“You believe that Mr. Justice and I are upset with each other because he called me nice.”

“I mean it’s a fair assumption to make. You’re not very nice.”

“I’m nice. Well. I can be nice. Or pleasant at least.”

“In trial?” Phoenix snorted, “Look just because you’re one of like. Two? Prosecutors that have yet to physically assault me or the kids doesn’t make you nice, Edgeworth. Emotional damage is real and you inflict it upon me regularly in the courtroom.”

“Is it unwarranted?”

“Maybe not but it still hurts! I should sue you for intentional infliction of emotional distress.”

“Phoenix Wright, if you could name the elements of that claim I would pay whatever sum you named in your complaint.”

“Well…you have to intentionally inflict emotional distress on your victim, which is me, obviously. Which you have. Ergo, pay up buddy. $10 million dollars, please.”

“Hm, that doesn’t sound quite right.” Edgeworth said, chuckling, “Seems to me that this case doesn’t quite meet the requisite pleading standards, Wright. Remember you need to state a cognizable legal claim, not complete drivel. Try again.”

“I’m not suing you in federal court!” Phoenix shot back, delighted, “State court, buddy and there’s no way for you to establish federal jurisdiction – federal pleading standards don’t apply here!”

“Wright, do you even know the rules for civil procedure in California state court?”

“I do not!”

“Wonderful.”

Phoenix laughed, “I’m sure I could get the judge to see my perspective. What was it that you said? Throw enough theories at him and something is bound to stick.”

“I doubt relying on courtroom drama works when trying to argue civil procedure you but you are certainly welcome to try, Wright.”

“Nah, I’ll stick to criminal defense,” Phoenix said, “What fun would court be if I didn’t know I was causing one chief prosecutor a hugeass headache with a ton of paperwork?”

“Your trials really do generate the most paperwork, you know that, Wright? Which I get to handle. It’s an absolute delight.” Edgeworth grumbled, “Sometimes I cant help but wonder - are you incapable of just taking on, oh I don’t know, a robbery? Arson? Not murder? Or at least try regular murder. Not convoluted murder.”

“If the case was simple what would be the point?” Phoenix laughed, “You’d have the culprit if things were really that straightforward. You wouldn’t need me.”

“I suppose not” Edgeworth sighed, “When should I expect you for these notes? If I recall correctly, you said you’d be with Ms. Fey until the end of the week?”

“Yea I’ll swing by next week and grab them” Phoenix said, “I’ll text you before I come over – probably Monday though? My case load’s not too heavy right now so I’ll have time to deal with this first thing.”

“Perfect.” Edgeworth said, “I’ll see you then.”

“Sounds great!”

“Give my regards to Ms. Fey.”

“Will do. Talk to you later.”

“Likewise, Wright.”

Phoenix hung up, smiling stupidly at his phone before slipping it into his pocket with a sigh.

“Talking to Edgeworth again?”

Phoenix glanced up, slightly surprised as Maya came into the garden, grinning. She was already dressed in her pajamas, an oversized Steel Samurai t-shirt and shorts, and had her hair down, clearly ready for bed. Walking up to the bench where Phoenix had been sitting, she plopped down, sprawling out in a completely undignified manner as she leaned against Phoenix's arm, her weight solid and warm against him.

“How’d you know?” Phoenix asked, lightly jostling her with his shoulder. She squeaked in response, shooting him a glare that held no real malice before settling against him again.

“Heard you lawyer flirting.” Maya rolled her eyes, “Ooooh Mr. Edgeworth, talk pleading standards to me. You already have jurisdiction over this ass!”

“Maya!”

She laughed, “Voir dire? More like voir dick, amirite Nick?” she scrunched up her nose, “Actually, no, scratch that one it sounds like vore dick, ew.”

“Oh my god Maya.”

“Okay, wait no, I got another one - stare decisis, more like stare DICKisis there we go, that one’s good. You can use that one.”

“You can’t just add “dick” into every legal term that has a “d” in it to make it a sex joke, you know.”

“Objection. I can and I will.”

“Maya, I swear, letting you learn legal terms of art is probably the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.”

“You sure it isn’t flirting with Edgeworth for the last full decade through said legal terms of art?”

“It – Maya!” Phoenix flushed darkly, “It’s not flirting. We’re lawyers. It’s work.”

“Nope, it’s so flirting. Have you asked what Trucy thinks? She’d say it was flirting.”

“Trucy’s a teenager, she thinks everything’s flirting.”

“Yea but she’s right this time.” Maya said, “How’s Edgeworth doing anyways? I haven’t seen him in months. Tell him to come visit me, I’m feeling neglected and unloved.”

“Good. And you tell him yourself, I’m not your messenger boy. He took notes on the kids at trial so I’m gonna see him next week when I grab them which should be fun. But I think something weird happened between him and Apollo and Athena,” Phoenix said, frowning, “They’re acting up but none of them are willing to talk.”

“Acting up?”

“Maya, Apollo called Edgeworth nice. And friendly. After being in trial with him all day.”

“Oh fuck, something totally happened.”

“I know, right!?” Phoenix said, “But I asked Apollo and Athena and they were like ‘Oh no, it’s not Edgeworth it’s personal issues’, which is clearly a lie and then I just asked Edgeworth and he said nothing happened so everyone is lying to me and that’s cool.”

“What could it have been though?” Maya asked, “There’s no point in hiding something that happened in court – it’s all public record so you’d find it.”

“So something must’ve happened outside court. Maybe they got in a spat during a recess?”

Phoenix shook his head, “But over what?”

“Maybe Edgeworth tried providing ‘constructive criticism’ to them after trial and it was more on the criticism side, less on the constructive.” Maya suggested.

“I don’t think that’s it; the kids are pretty thick-skinned” Phoenix said, “And besides, flat-out insults from prosecutors isn’t exactly a new phenomenon. I can’t see them caring about that.”

“Maybe they went to his place after trial to review the case and they took Pess out for a walk. And lost her.”

“Maya, if that happened, I would never hear the end of that and you wouldn’t either because we would be getting amber alerts nonstop for that dog right now. All of California would know if Pess went missing. Hell, there'd probably be a FBI bulletin put out on her or something.”

“Good point.” Maya shrugged, “Maybe they spilled wine all over his Steel Samurai collection.”

“We’d also know if that were the case because Edgeworth would have called me screaming about it. And Apollo and Athena would not have answered the phone because they would have either been in hiding or at the bottom of the Pacific right now.” Phoenix pointed out, “It probably isn't anything crazy, I just can’t figure out anything that they’d all be trying to keep hush hush about.”

“Maybe they’re planning a birthday party for you!”

“Maya, my birthday was four months ago.”

“Belated birthday party.”

“You can say you have no idea too.”

“Hey, I’m brainstorming here buddy, that’s more than I can say for you.”

“I could press them when I get back” Phoenix frowned thoughtfully, “I’m sure it’s nothing but gotta admit I’m curious.”

“Oh what if Athena and Apollo got some dirt on Edgeworth!” Maya said, suddenly sitting up and staring at Phoenix, “Like they came to talk to him after trial and found out he drinks generic store brand tea. They’re keeping quiet to preserve his dignity, obviously. And out of fear. Let’s be honest, if that’s what’s going on it’s a fear-motivated silence. Oof, sorry but if that’s the case you’re never gonna get the kids to crack, Nick. They are definitely more scared of Edgeworth than they are of you.”

Phoenix laughed, “If they don’t wanna talk I doubt I’d get them to crack regardless.”

“Good point” Maya jumped up from the bench, stretching as she did, “Anyways, I clearly have no answers for you and you clearly have no idea what’s going on so there’s no point stewing over this. I just came to tell you that I’m going to bed now. You good for the night?”

“Yea, thanks Maya.”

“If you need something feel free to wake me up” Maya smiled at him, “Night, Nick. Maybe the answer to this mystery will come to you in a dream. Weirder things have happened in Kurain.”

“Haha, very funny” Phoenix rolled his eyes, grinning back at her nonetheless, “Will do though. Night, Maya.”

---

Monday morning saw Phoenix back in the office several hours earlier than usual in order to get a jump start on his alarmingly full email inbox. He had been making progress for a good few hours, sorting potential clients from junk when he heard the office door open.

“Hey!” he called, “In here!”

Apollo came shuffling to Phoenix’s door, holding a cup of coffee and staring blearily at him, “You’re in early” Apollo said,” What’s up with that?”

“Just trying to get caught up from my vacation.” Phoenix said, “Think we might have a few new potential clients – nothing crazy though. Minor appearances, mostly just to keep the firm afloat.”

“Procedural stuff then?”

“Yea.” Phoenix said, “I’ll send you a few of these – let me know what you think.”

“Works for me. Thanks boss.”

“Of course” Phoenix continued to sort through his emails, scheduling a few meetings before he heard the office door open again about half an hour later. “Hey Athena!” He called, not bothering to look up from his computer.

“Boss!” Athena bounced into Phoenix’s office, bright and chipper as her yellow suit, “Good morning! Glad to see you're back. How was Kurain? Ms. Fey?”

“Good and good” Phoenix grinned, “Maya’s been talking about coming into town in a few weeks – might have her come around if we have an interesting investigation at the time for old time’s sake.”

“Awe, that's sweet.” Athena said, “Any big cases coming up?”

“No, nothing at the moment, just some minor things really.” Phoenix shrugged, “Sent some to Apollo and there’s some in your inbox as well if you wanna get started on that.”

“Sounds good!” Athena said, “Pretty slow Monday then?”

“Yea, probably gonna swing by Edgeworth’s office later today to pick up his notes on you two from the Stevens trial.”

Athena stiffened.

“So. About that.” Phoenix sighed, staring at Athena, who had suddenly become very interested in a spot on Phoenix’s ceiling, “Is there any chance that you’re gonna tell me what happened between you two and Edgeworth?”

“Um. What do you mean what happened between us and Mr. Edgeworth?” Athena asked, her voice pitching.

“Athena, you know Widget’s face changes to match your emotions, right?” Phoenix said, pointing to the necklace around Athena’s neck.

“Ah – fuck he does do that doesn’t he.” She cursed, looking down as her hand flew up to cover Widget’s face, “But don’t worry about it boss – nothing happened between us and Mr. Edgeworth, well nothing serious you know, nothing you should um. Worry about. Yea! It really is nothing you should worry about! So! I think we are all good here! Nice talk. Glad we resolved that.”

Phoenix sighed as the room darkened, chains flying from thin air and wrapping themselves around Athena, heavy, familiar locks settling in place. He held up the magatama where she could see then placed it on the desk, out of his reach so that the chains and locks would disappear.

“You know, sometimes it sucks having a boss you can’t lie to.” Athena grumbled, eyeing the magatama.

“Three locks Athena, geez what was it!?”

“Boss, it really wasn’t anything.”

“Three locks is certainly something.”

“Ugh, okay fine. Look.” Athena sighed, “We might have…overstepped some boundaries with Mr. Edgeworth.”

“Ah.” Phoenix looked troubled, “Yea. That’s unfortunately easy to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“Edgeworth’s got…a history.” Phoenix said, speaking slowly, “He’s really been working hard at resolving his stuff in the last decade or so but it’s not something he can just “get over” easily. So he’s always been pretty emotionally closed-off. Which is fine but then sometimes you’re just trying to help and, well, I’ve definitely pushed too hard before.”

“We didn’t mean to.” Athena muttered sadly, “We…we just heard some discord and wanted to help. Talk to him or something, y’know?”

“Yea…I get that.” Phoenix sighed, “He forgives pretty easily fortunately. Not really the type to hold a grudge.”

“You’ve overstepped his boundaries.” Athena said. It was a fact, not a question, certainty evident in her tone as she studied Phoenix intently, her mouth pulled into a slight frown.

“So many times Athena” Phoenix sighed, “I hate seeing him like that too...he just sorta freezes and looks at me like I’m insane? It’s just the worst. And then I try to backpedal and I just stick my foot in my mouth and he’s just...staring at me and it’s like okay well I guess it’s time for me to die right now, immediately.”

“Have you ever been worried about losing him?”

“Losing him?”

Phoenix was silent for a minute, thinking, his brow furrowed as he stared past Athena, “Athena you don’t even know.” He finally spoke, his voice distant and quiet.

“Your voice.”

“Probably emotional.”

“Incredibly.”

“Yea.”

“He’s important to you.”

“Yea. He is.”

“You…you’d never stop being friends with him then?”

“Of course I would.”

“Mr. Wright?” Athena asked, surprise evident in her voice, “Sorry I just thought…”

“Athena, look” Phoenix said, suddenly straightening and fixing his attention on her, “Edgeworth and I have known each other for decades and in that time, well, we’ve seen the worst in each other. When I met him in court for the first time he was in a bad place. A really bad place. And, well when I got disbarred, I was in a really bad place. We can never go back to that.” Phoenix’s voice was determined, his eyes blazing, “If either of us ever did, if either of us ever strayed from this path we agreed to walk…”

“You couldn’t be friends with him anymore?” Athena supplied.

“Athena, I’d do everything in my power to pull him back and I know I wouldn’t be alone in this. Edgeworth has many friends that love him deeply and would do the same.” Phoenix shook his head, “But if we weren’t able to help him, well that’d be it. The stakes are just too high now. We’re not law students or first-year attorneys anymore; lives are on the line and if we fuck up, innocent people die. I could never let my personal feelings blind me to that fact.”

“Boss…”

“Please understand Athena, I know it sounds like a lot but my sentiments aren't one-sided. I know he’d do the same for me. If Edgeworth went back to who he was, if I went back to who I was, well, we just wouldn’t be the same person.” Phoenix’s voice was ringing with certainty, and he smiled at Athena, a slight quirk of his lips, “I mean, it sounds serious but I’m not worried about that happening.”

“Why?”

“I trust him.” Phoenix responded as it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I trust him with everything I am. He makes me a better person, Athena and I’m just lucky to have such an amazing partner.”

“He’s your anchor.” Athena said, her eyes wide as if she were just realizing something, “Mr. Wright, he’s your guiding light - he holds you to your path.”

“Uh. Well, that’s a rather, um, poetic way to put it. Didn’t know you had that in you,” Phoenix said, laughing slightly as he shook his head, “Look I don’t know what happened with you and Edgeworth but whatever it was, it’s probably best to give him some space. He’ll come around eventually.”

“Yea. Thanks, Mr. Wright.”

“You still aren’t willing to tell me what it is?” Athena shook her head and Phoenix sighed, “Fine. I’m assuming Apollo isn’t talking either?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m…probably going to ask Edgeworth about this Athena.” Phoenix said, “You sure you can’t tell me?”

“I don’t think it’s my place to say.”

“Fine” Phoenix shrugged, “I won’t press.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“If this starts affecting your working relationship though, I am going to get to the bottom of this.”

“I don’t think it will” Athena smiled, “But if it starts getting bad, we’ll let you know.”

“Thanks, Athena”

She nodded, smiling tightly at him before shuffling out of his office. Phoenix shook his head, eyeing the magatama on his desk. He knew Edgeworth wouldn’t appreciate Phoenix using the stone on him but if he brought it – just to see how many locks the other man had. Phoenix quickly made up his mind, stuffing the magatama in his pocket before he logged off his computer, grabbed his backpack and sent off a quick text to Edgeworth as he hurried out of the office.

---

“Edgeworth, hey!” Phoenix said, grinning at the other man as he pushed the office door open.

“Wright” Edgeworth smiled back and Phoenix felt a familiar warmth light in his chest, spreading throughout him as he ambled into Edgeworth’s office, sinking comfortably down into the sofa in front of his desk.

“I’m here for the notes!” Phoenix announced, “And to get a detailed account of how my kids thoroughly trounced you in court.”

“Hmmm I don’t know if that’s quite what happened” Edgeworth said, opening his drawer and flipping through some files, “Mr. Justice should learn to think a little ahead before running his mouth.”

“You tricked him into making an argument for you, huh?”

“He was so kind to explain to the whole court how the crime must have been first-degree not second-degree murder,” Edgeworth responded, “But given the fact that his mentor probably would have blundered to the same conclusion without the case precedence I can’t say I really blame him.”

“Hey I cite precedence in briefs, I just can’t remember them off the top of my head.” Phoenix shot back, “It’s the facts that usually matter for these cases anyways. And it’s not like Apollo’s argument was wrong. It was first-degree murder, you just had the wrong person.”

“Hm,” Edgeworth smiled, not bothering to respond to Phoenix’s jibe, “Having Athena handle directs and Apollo handle crosses isn’t a bad strategy, Wright.”

“Isn’t it great?” Phoenix sat up, grinning widely now, “Really plays to their strengths – Apollo’s obviously more suited to calling out lies while Athena’s able to analyze emotions. Makes sense for Apollo to cross, where witnesses are more likely to lie and leave the development of the story to Athena through direct. Of course, they’re pretty comfortable jumping into each other’s camp if push comes to shove; they’re getting really good at playing on each other’s wavelengths. They know when to step in and when to back off – it’s honestly been a treat to see them grow in court.”

“You’re proud of them.”

“I mean they beat you.” Phoenix shrugged, “That’s the final test isn’t it?”

“I’m flattered you think so highly of me.”

“Nah, you’re not” Phoenix said, “You know you’re the best prosecutor in the state. Probably the nation, really.”

Edgeworth laughed, a warm and rich sound and Phoenix felt his chest tighten, his own grin broadening as he watched the prosecutor flick through the notes he had pulled out of his files. “Here’s everything I managed to get down” he said, handing the manila folder to Phoenix, “Feel free to call if something doesn’t make sense to you.”

“I’ve dealt with your god-awful trial handwriting and shorthand enough to decipher these notes, Edgeworth.” Phoenix said, flicking the folder open, his eyes roving the spidery and barely legible scrawl, “Thanks for these – I’ll go over them with Apollo and Athena, I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear what you think. Well, Apollo will definitely be at least; you know how he gets around you.”

“He does have a bit of a hero worship complex doesn’t he?”

“That he does” Phoenix sighed, “Speaking of the kids though, you willing to talk about what happened between you three?”

Edgeworth jolted slightly, the smile he had been wearing changing almost instantly and imperceptibly; his mouth suddenly tightened and eyes hardened as he quickly slipped on a mask that Phoenix was unfortunately all too familiar with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Edgeworth’s tone was calm, pleasant even, but Phoenix didn’t even need the chains and locks sliding quickly into place to tell him that the prosecutor was lying. He knew Edgeworth too well, had spent too many hours with the other man, learning his tells and cues, and had realized as soon as the question had left his lips that Edgeworth would not be truthful with him. He didn’t however, quite expect for Edgeworth’s lie to run quite as deep as the magatama was telling him.

“Five locks, huh?” Phoenix responded, ruefully, holding up the stone so Edgeworth could see it.

“Must you always carry that blasted thing with you?” Edgeworth asked, his forced smile instantly fading and pale cheeks flushing as he looked away, glaring at the desk in front of him.

“I – Edgeworth, what happened?” Phoenix asked, completely perplexed, slipping the magatama back into his pocket and letting the chains and locks fade from his vision, “You and the kids…everyone has way too many psychlocks around them for this to be nothing? Athena had three, you had five...that’s something.”

“I would appreciate it if you honored my request to stay out of this one” Edgeworth said, shifting uncomfortably, “What happened between myself, Ms. Cykes, and Mr. Justice is not something I wish to discuss. Please understand we are not upset with each other – there just might be some slight, well, awkwardness for some period. We will get over this though, Wright, there isn’t anything to worry about.”

“It’s hard not to worry when you’re sitting on a five-lock secret that involves two of my employees.”

“It’s nothing illegal, Wright.”

“I didn’t think it was.”

“It’s not morally reprehensible, either, if you must know.”

“Of course not, god, I wasn’t worried about that.”

“Then what are you worried about?”

“I don’t know? You?”

“You worry about me too much.”

“Sometimes I think it’s all I know how to do, Miles.”

Edgeworth stared at him and Phoenix felt his cheeks heat up instantly. He hadn’t meant to say that. That wasn’t supposed to come out, why had he let that slip? Stupid, stupid, stupid, why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut, keep his feelings in check, don’t let Edgeworth know how much he cared, don’t call him by his first name he wasn’t there yet – it had been decades but he wasn’t there yet, a name that came out so easily when they were children completely unattainable, completely out of reach now.

“Um, well, you never know where you might spring up next!” Phoenix laughed, loud, too loud, god couldn’t he just be normal for fucking once around Edgeworth, “Keeping me on my toes, Edgeworth!”

“Um. I suppose?” Edgeworth said, looking rather concerned as the moment was broken with Phoenix’s forced laughter.

“Well! Yep! I mean,” Phoenix jumped up, grabbing his backpack and grinning widely and completely unnaturally, “I…I should get going. Gotta go do. Lawyer things.”

“…lawyer things.”

“Yea, you know how it is ugh paperwork and procedure, right? So. Yea. I...um. Gotta go do that. I got a new case.”

“A new case?”

“Yea”

“How far in the proceedings are you?”

“Ah, well, don’t you know they just....granted. Um. Cert.”

“I didn’t know you handled appeals?”

“I don’t.”

“...then why do you need cert?”

“I don’t, do I.”

“Wright, are you okay?”

“Fine!” Phoenix laughed, “I’m great! Just. Excited to be back doing law.”

“Doing law.”

“Yea you know. Objection. Hold it.” Phoenix said lamely, “Um. So. Gonna get back to that.”

Phoenix turned and hurried out of Edgeworth’s office, stuffing Edgeworth’s notes haphazardly into his backpack before the other man could respond, his cheeks burning. That had gone horribly. Instead of getting any information out of Edgeworth, he had run his mouth like an absolute moron and overstepped a boundary Edgeworth had put in place long ago.

“You idiot, you moron, why are you such a fucking spaz,” Phoenix muttered to himself as he left the prosecutor’s office and made his way to his bike which he had chained to the bike rack in front of the building, “Can’t you just be normal for once! One normal conversation! One stupid talk where you don’t overstep boundaries and you respect his limits and you don’t turn into a fucking idiot who told Miles Edgeworth he needed fucking cert in trial court!”

Shaking his head, Phoenix hopped on his bike, still muttering darkly to himself as he took off.

---

“Holy fuck Apollo” Athena burst into Apollo’s office as soon as Phoenix had left, shoving the shower curtain aside and striding up to his desk, her eyes sparkling in excitement as she slammed both hands on his desk, leaning over it.

“Athena, what!?” Apollo cried, clearly startled, staring up at Athena, “I’m trying to get some work done could you not just barge in? What is going on!?”

“It’s not unrequited.”

“What?”

“Mr. Wright’s in love with Mr. Edgeworth.”

“Wh-what!?” Apollo exclaimed, “How can you tell?”

“I talked to him this morning when I came in, Apollo we talked about Mr. Edgeworth and how did we miss this. How did I miss this!? I analyze emotions professionally, god I feel like an idiot. I mean either way, Mr. Wright’s got it bad.”

“What do you mean?” Apollo asked, “How did you run an analysis on his emotions without him noticing? Your screen’s huge!”

“Didn’t need my screen, Apollo he literally called Mr. Edgeworth his partner. That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Maybe…he meant it in the professional sense? They do call each other partners all the time.”

“I know. That's my point. How did we miss this.”

“I mean.”

“Apollo, he said he trusted him.”

“Athena, Mr. Wright trusts a lot of people. It’s sorta a problem sometimes actually. Do you know how many IRS scams he’s nearly fallen for?”

“No you don’t understand” Athena said, leaning back and moving to sit in one of Apollo’s chairs, settling down before continuing, “The way he said it – it was like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It was ‘Ah yes, Athena, the world is round, climate change is real, and I have a deep and unshakable trust in Miles Edgeworth that I hold so intensely it is part of my very being.’ Apollo this kind of trust – this certainty, there was no hesitation, not a second thought, nothing. He trusts Mr. Edgeworth with everything that he is.”

“I mean…”

“Apollo he literally said that Edgeworth made him a better person. He echoed Mr. Edgeworth’s speech on holding the person you love to the path you chose to walk together, all that stuff Mr. Edgeworth said in the courtroom when he was grilling Stevens, guiding light, being your anchor, all of it.” Athena sat up straighter, leaning forward again as she talked, “I asked him and he agreed! That’s how he sees Mr. Edgeworth!”

“I’m…not entirely convinced?” Apollo said, “What if you’re just seeing what you want to see?”

“Apollo, I’m literally trained in emotional assessment.”

“You apparently missed this massive love bombshell between our boss and the chief prosecutor that’s been going on at least since we got here.”

“That’s because I never even considered it then, Apollo!” Athena cried, “But think about it! They’re close! All those things Mr. Edgeworth does for Mr. Wright, he reciprocates!”

“Maybe he’s trying to be polite.”

“Bullshit.” Athena shook her head, “Apollo, Mr. Wright’s in just as deep as Mr. Edgeworth.”

“Athena, look, I’m not trying to burst your bubble” Apollo said slowly, “But if what you believe is true, if these two have been sitting on this for decades, well, why haven’t they said anything? Maybe Mr. Edgeworth’s distant and emotionally closed off but Mr. Wright isn't. He wears his heart on his sleeve! If he were in love with Mr. Edgeworth this would’ve come out years ago!”

“I think he’s afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“Pushing Mr. Edgeworth.” Athena was clearly thinking, tapping her finger to her chin as she spoke, “He...well he asked me about the whole situation with Mr. Edgeworth, right? And I told him we had pushed past Mr. Edgeworth’s boundaries. And Mr. Wright was all ‘oh yea that’s easy to do I’ve done that’. So I think maybe Mr. Wright has overstepped boundaries before and is trying to avoid that?”

“You honestly believe that Mr. Wright wouldn’t have brought it up at all? Ever?” Apollo asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

“If Mr. Edgeworth reacted badly enough, sure” Athena said, “If...Mr. Wright had pushed Mr. Edgeworth before and it completely blew up in his face, I could see Mr. Wright backing off. We don’t really know their history Apollo. They allude to things a bunch and we have some of their old cases but their personal lives? What do we really know?”

“I don’t know Athena” Apollo said doubtfully, “I just don’t think the evidence is there.”

“This isn’t a court of law Apollo, I don’t need to meet some burden of proof standards.” Athena rolled her eyes, “It’s right there.” 

"Athena…”

“You’re not gonna believe me till you see more evidence, huh?”

“Evidence is everything.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Athena said, “But I’m gonna make it worth my time. If I’m right, you’re paying for our next post-trial dinner.”

“And I assume the flip is true if you’re wrong.”

“I’m not, but sure.” Athena continued tapping her finger to her chin, “The best thing would probably be to get background info on them, hm?”

“And how do we do that?”

“Well, I’m assuming a quick Google search wouldn’t do much here” Athena said thoughtfully, “Considering you’ve probably already done that being a law fanboy and whatnot. So we can either ask around or get the info directly from the source. Get them in a social setting, get them to talk about themselves kinda thing.”

“But who exactly would we ask for more info, Athena?” Apollo frowned, “I...don’t know who their friends are?”

“Ms. Fey?”

“No. She’d tell Mr. Wright we were snooping in a heartbeat. You know those two can’t keep secrets from each other.”

“Trucy?”

“She’d be a good starting point but she could only really tell part of their history.” Apollo said, “What about that dude that hangs around them sometimes and - Larry? He said they were old childhood friends right? Seems like they had a three musketeers thing going on as kids.”

“He might be a good person to ask” Athena said, “But...well I don’t know him that well? And what excuse could we give to get him to come around? Hell, I don’t even have his contact information.”

“If what Mr. Wright says is true we’ll just have to wait for him to get accused of murder” Apollo said, “Seems to be at least a semi-regular event for him and Ms. Fey.”

“Okay, no, that’s...not the best plan.” Athena responded, “What about some social setting? Like a firm happy hour or game night? We invite some people, get Mr. Wright to invite Mr. Edgeworth and Larry and grill them there. In a fun way, of course. C’mon Apollo, people love telling embarrassing childhood stories when they’re drunk and I’m sure we could get something out of Larry.”

“A crowd would probably be the best way to get anything from him” Apollo said, “Alright. Fine. I’ll give you this Athena and if nothing comes from it, we drop this whole thing and you cover the next post-trial dinner.”

“It’s a deal” Athena said, beaming, “But be ready to get your wallet out Apollo. I know what I saw and we’ve got a pair of lovestruck idiots on our hands.”

---

“A firm happy hour?” Phoenix looked thoughtful, considering Athena’s suggestion. A few days had passed before Athena brought the idea up to Phoenix after their monthly case review. Their dockets were all light that week and they had quickly dropped the topic of cases, switching over to random points of gossip before Athena mentioned the possibility of hosting a happy hour.

“It could be fun!” Athena said, “Nothing fancy, just have people come over for drinks, games, you know? Maybe some trivia? Pictionary?”

“Yea, you're right that'd probably be a good time,” Phoenix agreed, “I mean there’s really only three of us, but if we invite people from outside the agency...I guess we couldn’t do a bar anyways if Trucy wants to come…”

“We could host it here?” Apollo suggested, “Bring some drinks, have people come over, socialize. Like one of those networking events we did in law school but, well with attorneys we actually...tolerate.”

“So Klavier.”

“You said it, not me.” Apollo said stiffly.

Phoenix laughed, “So the WAA “I guess we tolerate you” happy hour, then? With non-alcoholic options, of course. Alright. Certainly beats any of the firm events I had to go to in law school. Any other invites in mind?”

“Um. Well we should probably invite the prosecutors we know? Like Simon and Mr. Edgeworth?” Athena said, “And maybe personal friends, I mean they don’t have to be lawyers right?”

“I guess not” Phoenix shrugged, “Good luck getting Edgeworth though, the man never comes to networking events unless he absolutely has to.”

“This isn’t a networking event!” Athena protested, “We all already know each other, Mr. Wright! It’s a bonding event to strengthen and appreciate the relationships we already have!”

“Right, of course, sorry it’s a “we tolerate you” event” Phoenix said, grinning, “I’ll be sure to add that in when I text him, I’m sure he’d be far more interested then. It's not this particular event though, Athena. Edgeworth doesn't do group parties unless he has no other option. Trust me, I’ve been inviting him to things for years. He pretty much always turns me down.”

“Well he’s gotta socialize at some point” Athena grumbled, “But anyone else you think we should invite?”

“Personally, no? I mean we don’t want it to be a huge deal, right?” Phoenix said, shaking his head, “Feel free to add to the list, though, we’d be happy to host your friends as well.”

“Well like I said we could also invite non-lawyers - so personal friends?” Athena suggested, looking at Phoenix, “You have anyone in mind, Mr. Wright?”

“Non lawyer friends?” Phoenix frowned thoughtfully, “I don’t really have many of those...I don’t really speak to the boss of the bar I used to work at anymore…”

“Um. Like. Maybe childhood friends? Besides Mr. Edgeworth?” Phoenix looked blankly at Athena.

“Oh my god, Larry” Apollo quickly cut in, “She’s asking about Larry.”

“You wanna invite Larry?” Phoenix looked surprised, “I mean sure, I guess. Why him though? I didn’t realize you were friends?”

“Well, the more the merrier, right?” Athena asked, “And if he comes then maybe Mr. Edgeworth is more liable to show up? Old childhood friend and whatnot?”

“Definitely cuts the other way but like I said, Edgeworth is unlikely to show regardless.” Phoenix said, “But sure, I guess. Invite Larry.”

---

Edgeworth frowned, reading the text Phoenix had just sent him. It was a short message, an invitation to some happy hour slash game night they were hosting at the Wright Anything Agency next Friday. Instinctively, he wanted to send off a quick declination, some vague non-response about a case or paperwork, a generic excuse on why he was so sorry but he wouldn’t be able to attend.

It wouldn’t be the first time he had sent such a text to Phoenix. Years of empty apologies, meaningless excuses, polite but pointless pretexts on why he couldn’t attend whatever event Phoenix was inviting him to and yet the man had continued to send him invitations, a constant reminder that Phoenix’s door was always open – would always be open if only Edgeworth was only willing to come through. He never had, of course, unsure at first of if that threshold was even something he wanted to cross and once he had come to terms with the fact that yes, yes, he wanted to be closer, much closer, to Phoenix, still hesitant, roiled with self-doubt as he struggled to tear down the defenses he had spent his formative years building up around himself.

None of this was to say that Edgeworth hadn’t been trying. He had gotten better, he knew that. Years in therapy and counseling had helped him slowly become more honest and transparent with Phoenix. The nonresponses to Phoenix’s messages had changed from Terribly sorry I won’t be able to attend, I’m unfortunately busy with paperwork to I’m not feeling particularly sociable this weekend but please invite me to your next event, and sometimes even an acceptance of an invitation when he was feeling particularly brave. It had nothing to do with Phoenix himself, really, Edgeworth just had never been a fan of big events. He much preferred the one-on-one time he spent with Phoenix instead, the weekly lunches or phone calls if their hectic schedules made lunches impossible, the afternoon coffees grabbed when one of them had a particularly difficult case they needed to talk through, the dinners cooked at each other’s places when they could afford such a luxury, Phoenix usually in the kitchen as Edgeworth helped Trucy with whatever school assignments she had that day. It was those moments that Edgeworth usually treasured, far more than any crowded gala or party Phoenix invited him to. Edgeworth was a busy man after all, and with free hours far and few in between he loathed the idea of directing his attention towards people he didn’t care for. Why socialize with some attorney whose name he would probably forget within the hour when he could be curled up on the couch with Phoenix and Trucy instead, some mindless action film playing on the screen as they slowly fell asleep in a pile of blankets and warmth.

But Phoenix still asked and Edgeworth still declined. There was a part of Edgeworth that wondered why Phoenix had never stopped. Most people would have taken the hint and backed off. Phoenix never did. A steady stream continued to flow in over the years, with Phoenix apparently completely unaffected and undeterred by Edgeworth’s constant refusals. Edgeworth had, of course, never felt pressured – Phoenix was, if nothing else, seemingly completely at-ease with rejection. However, surely, there must have been a part of the other man that was hurt with the years of “no, sorry, won’t be able to attend”. Would there eventually be a point where Phoenix also gave up? The man had been one of the few constants in Edgeworth’s life for well over a decade at this point. As the world around Edgeworth shifted and changed, as he changed, growing, he hoped, into a far better man that he had been, Phoenix had remained one of Edgeworth’s rare fixed points, even when they were on different continents, separated by an entire ocean but still connected through late night and early morning video chats and phone calls.

An anchor. Edgeworth thought, trying to suppress the bitterness he felt as he remembered his rather embarrassing performance in his last trial. Why had he said that? Why had he allowed himself to be goaded by the defendant, in front of Wright’s protégés too? The words had simply fallen out of his mouth, unbidden and unwanted, an outburst he hadn’t been able to control. Of course, the two younger attorneys had picked up on his emotions and lies, pressuring him until the truth, ugly and raw had spilled out, leaving Edgeworth far more exposed than he had ever been in front of two people he barely knew. Apollo and Athena’s expressions when they had realized what he was saying – Edgeworth sighed heavily, his face flushing in shame. He was confident that they wouldn’t tell Phoenix but the fact that someone else knew his secret was mortifying.

It would make sense, then to decline Phoenix’s invitation. It was too soon to face those two again, and while Phoenix was around, well, Edgeworth frankly was uncertain that he could remain completely unaffected. Phoenix would pick up on any strange tensions between them too, as the man had a remarkable capacity to be ridiculously observant precisely when it was the most inconvenient for Edgeworth. He had already told Phoenix that the five locks firmly holding his secret in place had meant nothing serious and to have them broken at a social gathering in front of his peers - such a humiliating outcome was unthinkable.

Phoenix, of course, had asked Edgeworth about the Stevens case and hadn’t believed Edgeworth’s lies. It was apparent from the way he looked at Edgeworth, his dark eyes filled with concern and Edgeworth, not for the first time, had been seized by a strong desire to chuck that stupid stone Phoenix always carried on his person out the window. Phoenix hadn’t pushed, had apparently tried to respect Edgeworth’s boundaries but still. He had looked Edgeworth squarely in his face and called him Miles. And it was stupid, it had always been stupid, names meant nothing after all, Miles or Edgeworth, rival, friend, partner, labels shifting and changing over the years to morph into whatever bond had had finally grown between them, but despite that, despite him knowing it didn’t matter- in that instant when Phoenix had looked at him and called him Miles, Edgeworth knew that it did. He was a weak and sentimental fool, Franziska certainly would agree with such an analysis and she was right. If Phoenix Wright just looking at him and calling him by his first name was enough to make his brain absolutely short-circuit what chance did he have trying to juggle Phoenix and his two protégés who knew his secret? Going to this event would be an absolute nightmare and one that Edgeworth was determined to avoid. That settled the matter then. He would text Phoenix back, apologizing for a busy schedule but turning down his invitation.

But would Phoenix be more suspicious if he declined? Edgeworth thought, glaring at his phone. No, surely not. He had turned down Phoenix’s invitations consistently for years.

Shaking his head, he typed out a quick nondescript apology, a lie this time unfortunately, but Edgeworth couldn’t exactly be honest about his reasonings. After skimming over the message, some generic excuse about paperwork and a pre-trial meeting the following Monday, Edgeworth quickly hit send then slipped his phone into his desk, determined to fully distract himself from the entire mess for the rest of the day with his work.

---

Apollo had to admit that the turnout for the happy hour had been pretty good. They hadn’t gotten Edgeworth, to Athena’s chagrin, but Klavier, Simon, and Gumshoe had all agreed to come, and brought a few of the newer prosecutors that Apollo hadn’t met before with them. Apollo always enjoyed talking to newer attorneys and he, with Klavier, had spent some time giving them advice on how to best navigate the quagmire that the LA justice system could sometimes turn into. Trucy, of course, had come, dragging a few school friends Apollo didn’t recognize with her as compensation for the fact that her friend from Kurain, Pearl Fey, had been unable to attend the event, and Athena had invited Juniper and a handful of former classmates from the Themis Legal Academy as well. All in all, there were about fifteen to twenty people in the Wright Anything Agency, chatting and laughing with each other.

The atmosphere was casual and easy, a far cry from the stressful and unpleasant networking events Apollo had previously attended and he quickly felt himself relaxing, greeting people with a smile as he nursed a beer he had snagged from the drinks table.

“Apollo!” Athena had been standing by the drink table with her group of friends but quickly hurried over to his side, “So we good on the game plan strategy?”

“I suppose so.” Apollo sighed.

“It’s simple, really” Athena said, nodding, “We just make sure they have a few beers in them - you know enough that they’re talky but not drunk enough to embarrass themselves, and get them talking about their past. They were close to Edgeworth as kids - he’s bound to come up at some point and we pounce on that!”

“But in a casual way.”

“Yea like y’know. Be cool.”

“Sure, fine. Cool. Just trying to get background info on our boss to see if he’s in love with his longtime rival but I’ll be cool about it.”

“Orrr you could just admit I’m right and buy the next post-trial dinner.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Your call” Athena shrugged, “Have you seen Mr. Wright or Larry?”

“Yea I think they’re chilling on the client couches.” Apollo jerked his head back to where the couches were, “You wanna get this over with?”

“Lead the way.” Athena said, grinning. Apollo had been right. Larry and Phoenix were on the couch, at least a few beers in, based on the empty bottles sitting on the low coffee table next to them and the light flush of pink dusting their features. Phoenix was still holding his beer, smiling genially at Larry as the other man talked, gesturing wildly with his hands.

“Alright this is it” Athena said, “Both of them are a few beers in, they’re like chatty tipsy so we go over there real chill and ask a few questions. But remember. In a cool way.”

“Athena, if you keep acting suspicious, Mr. Wright is going to catch on so could you like. Actually calm down?” Apollo said, trying to quash his own nerves, “I mean we’re just asking for background stuff so I can prove that you’re overthinking things and you can buy me dinner. It’s not a big deal.”

“Right.” Athena nodded, “Well, wrong I mean I’m not overthinking things and you’re gonna be the one buy-”

“Athena! Apollo! Hey!” Athena was interrupted by Larry who had caught sight of the two of them, whispering nervously to each other, “Long time no see little dudes! C’mon over! Can’t spend the whole evening talking to this old man” he laughed, gesturing towards Phoenix. Phoenix rolled his eyes but smiled at Apollo and Athena, a clear invitation to join them around the coffee table.

“How’ve you been, Larry?” Athena asked as she sat down on the couch across from Phoenix and Larry. Apollo quickly followed suit, shooting Larry a quick grin.

“Good, good!” Larry laughed, “Got a new gallery showing starting next week - I can get you two tickets if you’re interested? Nicky and I were just reminiscing about the past, like old men do. Ah, and talking about back pain. Two very important topics when you hit your thirties, alright?”

“Alright” Athena laughed, grabbing a coaster from the table and setting her beer down on it, “Back pain and the past, got it.”

“You even old enough to drink, Athena?” Larry asked, suddenly eyeing her beer, “Aren’t you like. 18?”

“Larry if she were 18 she’d be in college” Phoenix said, laughing, “Or high school? When do you start college again…”

“18, geez, Nick you really don’t remember anything from college?” Larry tutted, “Partying too hard with your other theater nerd friends, huh?”

“Theater nerd friends?” Apollo asked, “Mr. Wright’s never really talked about his college years.”

“Oh yep!” Larry said, grinning easily at Apollo, “Nick was a theater kid, didn’t he tell you? All the way from middle school through college.”

“Through college?” Athena looked over at Phoenix who was suddenly very interested in the beer he was holding, “Mr. Wright was a theater major? He mentioned at some point that he studied arts but never really went into detail…”

“Of course he was!” Larry said, “Theater major with a visual arts minor – Nicky was determined to be a stage actor, didn’t you know?”

“Okay but that clearly begs the question; what’s the most embarrassing production he was ever in?” Athena grinned conspiratorially, leaning towards Larry, “And more importantly, do you have pictures?”

“Oh no, we are not doing this” Phoenix shook his head, “We are not going through my absolute mess of a history in theater.”

“Why not?” Larry laughed, clearly thrilled to be the center of attention at Phoenix’s expense, “You were so into it, Nick! And you were good to boot! Okay well, not in high school you were sorta a wreck in high school love you man but it’s the truth, but in college? You landed the lead role in pretty much all our productions? Do you remember Professor Durant’s reaction when you told him you were going to law school?”

“Please don’t remind me” Phoenix groaned, “He was so disappointed in me – I got an hour long lecture about not conforming to societal norms and pursuing art for the noble purpose of pursuing art, it was terrible.”

“He was so convinced you were going to law school because of your parents too, man poor Mama and Papa Wright” Larry said, “You know he asked me about it? Cornered me on the quad and was like ‘surely you can speak some sense into Mr. Wright, he has so much potential’ blah, blah, blah…dude wanted me to call up your mom and dad and tell them that theater was your calling, Nick!”

“Yes you told me, Larry” Phoenix shook his head, his face flushed, “A fat lot of good that would’ve done, they didn’t care either way. Lawyer, actor, it was all the same to them.”

“I mean law’s just a more stable career than theater” Apollo shrugged, “Makes sense that Mr. Wright switched.”

“Oh that’s not why Nick went to law school” Larry laughed waving his hand dismissively, “He went to chase after Edgy.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Apollo asked, staring at Larry, his beer halfway to his mouth. Athena leaned forward too, and Apollo refused to make eye contact with her, looking determinedly at Larry, “He...went to law school to chase after Mr. Edgeworth?”

“Yea! Didn’t he ever tell you?” Larry said, before shooting a sideways glance at Phoenix, “Wait, Nick you did tell them right!?”

“Larry, please, no,” Phoenix’s flush had somehow deepened now, his face far redder than it had been a few minutes ago, “Can we please drop this?”

“No this is so good!” Larry paused, grabbing his beer and taking a swig before setting it back down and continuing, “So Nick and I were roommates in college right? And he comes in one day with this newspaper and he’s frantic, like dude’s clearly been crying –“

“Larry!”

“It’s true! You were bawling, Nick, no don’t try to deny it, there’s no shame in tears! They’re a healthy expression of emotion and we are all about that healthy expression of emotion!” Larry shot back, “So anyways he comes in with this newspaper and he’s all ‘Oh my god, you remember Edgy from grade school?’ and I was all ‘Yea I remember Edgy’ I mean we were tight y’know? Best friends! And he’s all shoving this newspaper in my face and bam! It’s Edgy! On the front page!”

“Larry please,” Phoenix groaned, “You don’t have to go into so much detail!”

“Details makes it interesting, my man!” Larry said, grinning at Phoenix before turning back to Athena and Apollo, “So Nick’s freaking out like the newspaper’s all talking about how apparently Edgy’s just the worst or some shit, calling him a demon, saying he was forging evidence and look I’m no lawyer but even I was like damn sounds bad, right? But Nick’s all upset and going all ‘Oh that’s not Edgy, that’s not Edgy, you know Edgy, he would never’ and just going on and on about how Edgy would never and y’know I’m all ‘Nick we haven’t spoken to Edgy in like. Ten years. He might be a total little bitch now, people change.’ Y’know, being the rational one. Like I usually am. And Nick was just ‘Nooooo Edgy would never’ like there was no getting through to him that night. Edgy himself could’ve popped up and been all ‘Hi it’s me, Miles Edgeworth and I’m a little bitch boy now’ and Nick wouldn’t have listened. Boy was having none of that.”

“It was the first time I’d seen Edgeworth in years!” Phoenix protested, “I…I didn’t know what he was up to, he never responded to my letters or anything so it was a shock to see that!”

“Oh fuck, wait Nick did you tell them about your letters?”

“We are not talking about those.” Phoenix growled, “Please let me maintain some of my dignity.”

“No, put a pin in that we’re coming back to those letters I can’t believe you haven’t told them about your, like, decades-long pursuit of Edgy!”

“It’s not a pursuit!”

“Nicky, I love you my man but you have been chasing after that man since we were eight,” Larry laughed, waving his hand dismissively, “Okay but anyways, yea, Nick freaked the fuck out when he saw the newspaper with Edgy and it’s like alright cool whatever but then. But then” Larry stops, beaming at Athena and Apollo, “But then. The junior production our year was Legally Blonde. And it was gender swapped.”

“LARRY!”

“No this is so good!” Larry was cackling now, “How have you never told these two Nick?! So of course Nick lands the lead role, he’s playing Elle Woods – what was the gender swapped name, Nick? Leon Woods? Ellis Woods? Agh I can’t remember, doesn’t matter, but anyways Nick’s playing male Elle Woods and next thing I know this boy’s coming home with LSAT test prep materials. And being a total party pooper actually it sorta sucked not gonna lie…he was all gotta get a good LSAT score because his GPA was shit ugh seriously he was such a bummer until he got into law school.”

“You know we put on To Kill a Mockingbird our freshman year” Phoenix grumbled, “Maybe I was inspired by Atticus Finch then and didn’t have the courage to act on it for a few years.”

“Nah it was Elle Woods” Larry laughed, “She followed a man to law school and you were all well why can’t I, c’mon don’t be upset Nick, it’s sweet!”

“You…saw Mr. Edgeworth in the newspaper and then were in a production of Legally Blonde and…that’s why you decided to go to law school?” Apollo said dumbly, staring at Phoenix, “Mr. Wright, you followed Mr. Edgeworth to law school?!”

“Well when you say it like that I guess it sounds kinda…a lot.” Phoenix said, “But I don’t know! He looked so sad! I…just thought maybe I could save him like he saved me? I just wanted to help a friend, honestly! And then we did Legally Blonde and, well, I don’t know the idea just wouldn’t leave my head and I was like why not, like there’s nothing wrong with being a lawyer? Right? Hell, maybe it was a spontaneous decision, just a spur of the moment call, look I don’t remember what I was thinking when I was in my early 20s! That was well over a decade ago.”

“A spontaneous decision that, apparently, sustained you through the entire law school application process!?” Apollo asked, incredulously, “Mr. Wright we've been through that, it takes months? Especially if you’re trying to get a good LSAT score, I’m sorry this is...a lot to process.”

“And what do you mean Mr. Edgeworth saved you?” Athena added, piping up, “Did…did something happen when you were kids?”

“Oh that” Larry interrupted before Phoenix could respond, “So I might’ve accidentally run off with Edgy’s lunch money when we were like eight and well, everyone thought Nick did it so apparently they had a whole class trial to prove Nick’s guilt? And they were all ganging up on Nick and that’s when me and little Edgy stepped in and stopped them from bullying Nick and now Nick owes us his life and his firstborn child that isn’t Trucy because I love her but that girl is an absolute handful and I cannot deal with that.”

“Larry you don’t even remember the trial.”

“I do not!” Larry nodded, “Honestly neither Edgy or me remember this happening but apparently it was life-changing to you so I will consider that a blood debt that you have yet to fully repay, Nick.”

“Wait. I’m sorry, this all stems from some classroom trial when you were eight?” Apollo asked, still staring at Phoenix.

“I mean…” Phoenix looked embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact with Athena and Apollo, “Just. Look it was extremely traumatic to eight-year-old me. And like – I just wanted to help a friend I hadn’t seen in years? He wasn’t responding to letters and that newspaper was the only lead I had so…I thought becoming a lawyer was probably the best way to reach him?”

“You didn’t think to just, oh, I don’t know, go to the courthouse and see if you couldn’t catch him there?!” Apollo exclaimed, “I mean, honestly Mr. Wright that’d still be a lot but less than going to law school for him!? Three years of absolute hell and hazing and six figures of student loan debt!? Because you saw Mr. Edgeworth looking sad in a newspaper and didn’t have his number!?”

“When you say it that way Nick does sound a little insane.” Larry said, thoughtfully.

“It was the only way to get him to acknowledge me as an equal!” Phoenix protested, “Look if I had gone to the courthouse he’d just have ignored me, don’t argue Larry, I’m right. He was awful when I saw him again. He legit tried to get me convicted of murder the in our first trial against each other even though he knew I was innocent!”

“Ah fuck, really?” Larry asked, “That’s rough man, not how you want a reunion really to be going, huh?”

“Yea it was probably the worst way to be reunited honestly” Phoenix sighed, studying the beer he clasped in both hands, “I mean that trial was just...a lot. I had just lost Mia and Maya’s life was on the line and then I finally found Edgeworth again but he was just…just a monster? Like the paper was right. He was a demon. And then Maya was out but I was in the defendant’s chair and Edgeworth knew I was innocent but he was still determined to pursue the case and I was trying to defend myself without having a full meltdown because Mia was gone and Edgeworth was right there - finally, finally, but it wasn’t him?” Phoenix paused, fiddling with his beer, his brow furrowed as he thought back to the trial, “It was just kinda...what was the point of even being an attorney anymore, y’know?”

“What’s the point in becoming a lawyer?” Apollo asked, his voice pitching strangely, “I...I don’t know? Because it’s interesting? Because you want to help people?”

“Sure, yea that's why I like it now but all that came later” Phoenix shook his head, “Initially? I did it all for Edgeworth and then Mia...and well, with both them gone, without them, why bother?  Honestly, the only thing that got me through that trial was Maya. Just...seeing her trying so hard and smiling and thinking about what she was going through? She was only a kid but she was so strong? And I mean, Mia was her sister and she kept pushing so if Maya could be that strong then I could too I guess.”

“Yeesh Nick” Larry had the sense to actually look put out, “I am actually really sorry about that. Knew Edgy was going through some shit but didn’t realize how badly it fucked you up too, I guess.”

“It’s fine, I mean the past is past” Phoenix shrugged, “So if we could just stop talking about this, that’d be great.”

“But you haven’t told them about the letters!” Larry quickly recovered, beaming at Phoenix. 

“Oh my god, Larry please." 

“There’s more?” Apollo asked faintly, “I’m sorry, there’s more beyond following Mr. Edgeworth to law school?”

“Oh absolutely, law school was just the tip of the Edgy iceburg,” Larry responded, his eyes glittering, “Nick wrote letters from the day Edgy left at least through law school.”

“I didn’t know what happened to him, I was worried!” Phoenix protested, “He wasn’t responding to anything, I had no idea what he was going through!”

“Yea most people would take the hint and stop writing, Nick” Larry waved his hand before focusing back on Athena and Apollo, “But this boy kept going. Legit we had some old address that Nick’s mom got a hold of and Nick wrote to Edgy for years. Did you ever actually figure out if he got those letters anyways, Nick?”

“I never asked” Phoenix grumbled, “And frankly I really don’t care to know. I’m sure I said some pretty embarrassing things and really would love not to think about those letters, Larry. Or college. Or really any of this if you don’t mind.”

“It’s sweet Nick, I don’t think you should be ashamed!” Larry lightly jostled Phoenix with his shoulder, his expression softening somewhat before speaking again, “It really is, Nick. Edgy’s lucky to have you.” Larry’s expression shifted again, his mouth pulling downwards into a frown as he studied Phoenix, “I don’t know if he realizes it but he really is. We both are.”

Phoenix blushed, ducking his head before quickly taking a swig of beer, “Thanks Larry” he grumbled, “Enough about us though. How’s everyone else doing?”

“I need to get another drink” Apollo said, standing quickly and ignoring Athena’s startled expression, “So I will go do that and return at some point in the future that I have yet to determine.”

Apollo hurried out of the client consultation room before anyone could respond, rushing into his makeshift office, which had been repurposed as the drink and food area. Klavier and Blackquill were standing by the table, chatting amiably with Trucy, Gumshoe, and a group of the younger prosecutors.

“You” Apollo said, grabbing Klavier by the arm, “Step outside for a bit, I need to talk.”

Klavier smiled charmingly at the group, who looked startled at Apollo’s sudden declaration (though Trucy, to Apollo’s chagrin, looked rather smug) and excused himself before following Apollo out of the office, stepping into the hallway and letting the door slam shut behind them.

“To what do I owe the sudden pleasure, Apollo?” Klavier asked, smiling lazily, “Not that I’m opposed to you being so forward in getting some alone time but you’re usually more skittish than this.”

“Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth are in love with each other and I have this information in my head and I don’t know what to do.”

Klavier had, if nothing else, the decency to look shocked, “Sorry. What.” he finally said, disbelief evident in his voice after he stared at Apollo in silence for nearly a full minute.

“Our respective bosses are apparently madly in love, have been for god knows how long, I recently figured this out, and now I have to tell you so you can suffer with me.”

“Touching, Apollo,” Klavier said dryly, “So glad you’re sharing.”

“What do we do, Klavier!?” Apollo asked, “I don’t want this information? Look, if you hit me on the head I think you can give me amnesia just gotta take out the right memories…”

“I don’t know if assaulting you in a roomful of attorneys and a detective is necessarily the greatest career choice for me, Apollo.” Klavier said, “Plus, that does nothing with the fact that you have passed on this information to me!”

“I had to share it with someone! I thought I was going crazy!”

“Why not Athena?!”

“She knows!”

"Oh god, Apollo” Klavier sighed, “So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know!?” Apollo exclaimed, “Was sorta hoping you’d have the answers!?”

“Why me?”

“Aren’t you good at this stuff?” Apollo asked, “Like y’know? Romance? Love? Bitter rivals secretly pining over each other?”

“Or not so secretly” Klavier said, rolling his eyes.

“Did you think it was obvious too!?” Apollo asked, “Athena said that once she listed things it was obvious but I never realized it but now that she’s listing it I guess it does seem obvious but then we were like oh maybe it’s one sided but then apparently he was all same path guiding light blah blah blah but then it was like oh maybe she’s overanalyzing things but then Mr. Wright was oh I followed him to law school and there were letters and he’s been chasing him since they were eight - just why did we ever push Mr. Edgeworth on this?!”

“It wasn’t them I was referring to but I suppose that works too” Klavier laughed, clearly not even trying to keep up with the jumbled thoughts pouring out of Apollo’s mouth, “But I don’t know if I can help you, Apollo. I write ballads and love songs, yes, but acting them out in my own private life? That is another area entirely and one that I have been completely unable to figure out.”

“Don’t you have people throwing themselves at you all the time?”

“I thought we were trying to figure out something a bit more substantial than a one-night stand.”

“Ugh, no you’re right” Apollo sighed, “I mean shouldn’t we just leave them at it? Shouldn’t we just let them alone?”

“I...have the utmost respect for Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth” Klavier said, “They are both good men and if we could help bring them happiness then maybe nudging them in the right direction wouldn’t be overstepping any boundaries?”

“How do we even do that though?” Apollo asked, “Lock them in a room with each other? Set them up on a date? Force them into the woods in the middle of winter, making sure to sabotage Mr. Edgeworth’s car so that they’re forced to take shelter in a cabin they happen to stumble across and suddenly there’s one bed and they have to snuggle for body heat!?”

“That would probably kill them.” Klavier said, “So no, lets not do that.”

“Then what!?”

“Have you considered just telling them?” Klavier asked, “I know you’re terrified of Mr. Edgeworth but surely you could speak to Mr. Wright and let him know his feelings perhaps aren’t so one-sided?”

“Like just sit down and talk to him?”

“It might work.”

“Okay but we tried that with Mr. Edgeworth and it landed us in this mess.”

“But you didn’t try with Mr. Wright.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Well, then we start looking for cabins.”

Notes:

Lol this entire story was inspired by the line from the song "What you Want" from the Legally Blonde musical hence the Legally Blonde tie-in. Friend was like "what if someone asked Edgeworth if he'd ever been in love in court" and now I've written 25k words and I don't know what I'm doing. I've lost control of my life.

PLEASE look at what Hui (@huanghying) drew for this chapter here! It's SUCH a good illustration and ajkfhsjh its one of my favorite lines in this story so I'm so glad it resonated with someone else. Just the poses. Larry mimicking Edgeworth. Edgeworth being insufferable and Phoenix so embarrassed asdjfhjkh please go check out their artwork this piece had me on the floor laughing <3 <3 <3

Chapter 3

Notes:

Okay gotta have a huge huge huge s/o to meesamegara for this whole fic. He came up with the idea, screamed with me about it for like 15 hours and hammered out plot/ideas/dialogue/legit everything. Plus he's literally the reason I started writing fanfiction again b/c his brain is just so big and he keeps on coming up with amazing ideas so its like fuck gotta write that she just seriously has the best plots just ugh bless he's just fantastic. ;A;

The morning after the disastrous WAA “We Tolerate You” event, Apollo came into work at his usual time. He made his usual cup of coffee in the old coffee maker, poured the usual cup of water into Charlie, and sat down at his computer to finally make some progress on an article he was writing concerning fourth amendment limitations in connection to private prisons. It was interesting stuff, really, (Apollo had very strong opinions on where exactly the line between state and private actors should be drawn and sure, it might not have been a line that the Supreme Court agreed with, but there was always time for them to correct themselves) and Apollo had been happily plugging away at his computer for a few hours, enjoying the silence of the office and his cup of coffee as he worked before he heard a loud clatter. It was the sound of the office door being shoved open and three familiar voices shattering the tranquility of the early morning. 

Silently bemoaning the loss of his precious quiet time, Apollo stretched, working the kinks out of his back before stepping out of his office to greet Athena, Phoenix, and Trucy, who had all burst into the office at the same time. Phoenix and Trucy sometimes caught a ride with Athena so it wasn’t particularly surprising when they arrived together. 

“Apollo!” Athena grinned at him, her expression suddenly cocky, “You’re sure in early!”

“You are!” Trucy agreed, “You didn’t stay out too late?” her smile widened, “With a certain somebody you seemed eager to get alone at the party last night?”

“You’re hilarious, you know that” Apollo retorted, rolling his eyes, “Klavier and I just talked.”

“Okay but about what?” Trucy wheedled.

“That is none of your business” Apollo snapped back.

Athena smirked and shrugged, “What did you two talk about Polly?” she asked, her voice lilting in a mocking manner, “Maybe about where we’re gonna get our next post-trial dinner? I’m really looking forward to that, you know.”

“We’re not getting noodles?” Trucy asked, looking confused.

“Nah I think we should go somewhere nicer.” Athena said, “You know, we rarely treat ourselves so how about we really go all-out next time!”

“I hate you, Athena.” Apollo muttered.

“Don’t be so serious, they’re just teasing you, Apollo” Phoenix spoke up, watching the exchange with a small smile on his face, “There’s nothing wrong with being young and in love.” 

“Especially with a total babe like Klavier.” Trucy sighed, “Ugh I’m so jealous for what you two have! Better get on that though. I read on Twitter last week that they caught him out at dinner with the lead actress from that new superhero movie - he’s working on the soundtrack so he said it was a work dinner but they sure seemed awful close.”

“Oooh tabloid romance” Phoenix nodded, “The rockstar dating the actress, that’s definitely not a new one.”

“But Daddy! If that happens then all of Polly’s pining will have been for nothing” Trucy cried dramatically, falling back against Phoenix’s chest and tilting her head back to look up at her father, her eyes wide and mouth pulled into a moue “Isn’t that just so awful?” 

“Say it isn’t so!” Phoenix placed his hands on Trucy’s shoulders, shaking his head sadly,  “Poor Apollo spent his whole life pining after one man, and for what? Some harlot to snatch him away with her feminie wiles? Truly a tragedy for the ages.”

Apollo snapped up, redirecting his glare at Phoenix, “Excuse me – I spent my whole life –“ Apollo spluttered, “I? Me? Am I the one doing that!?”

“Apollo you’ve been crushing on Gavin pretty obviously for a while now.” Phoenix let go of Trucy’s shoulders as she pulled away from him, the need for the Wrights’ dramatacisms apparently passed. He grinned at Apollo, a carbon copy of the smile that Trucy was currently wearing, and Apollo had to remind himself, not for the first time, that Trucy wasn’t Phoenix’s biological daughter. 

“Oh that’ll make headlines!” Trucy nodded excitedly, continuing her father’s train of thought, “A steamy courtroom romance! The prosecution dating the defense! Star-crossed lovers on the opposite sides of the justice system!”  

“It sounds like something right out of a romance novel,” Phoenix teased, his grin not abating in the slightest, “Cute. You’re always so grumpy, Apollo, never thought you had it in you!” 

Apollo stared wordlessly at Phoenix, disbelief evident on his face. He was silent for a few moments, gaping as he tried but failed to form a coherent sentence before Athena quickly stepped in, laughing uncomfortably, “He’s just joking, Apollo” she said, stepping over and placing a hand on his shoulder, “No need to get so defensive or say something we might regret.”

“Ooof, struck a nerve?” Phoenix asked, his tone still light, “Sorry, sorry, I’ll back off.”

“Awe, Polly don’t be embarrassed by a crush!” Trucy protested, “At least you got good taste!”

“It’s not me who – ”

“And wow would you look at the time!” Athena cut in, slinging an arm around Apollo’s neck, effectively placing him in a chokehold and shutting him up, “Can’t just sit around here all day chit-chatting! Got clients to serve and justice to dispense, let’s go Apollo, I had a few questions I wanted to ask you about this arson case I got yesterday.”

Grinning at Phoenix and Trucy, Athena marched Apollo back to his office, sliding the curtain closed behind them before releasing him.

“God, did you have to squeeze that hard?” Apollo gasped, rubbing his neck as he glared at Athena. She was silent, holding up a finger and remained quiet until she heard the door to Phoenix’s office close. She then exhaled, lowering her hand and placing it on her hip before responding.  

“Apollo, I just saved us out there," she whispered, keeping her voice low, “You and I both know damn well what you were about to say.”

“He had the nerve!” Apollo hissed back, “To tell me! To stop pining! Over opposing counsel!?”

“Yes, yes, I know.” Athena’s tone was unsympathetic.

“Me!” Apollo raged, “Him! Mr. I’m so in love with him I followed him to fucking law school! Mr. I wrote him letters for over a decade that I don’t even know if he ever read! Mr. I’ve been chasing after him since I was eight years old! And he thinks he gets to tell me how to deal with my emotions and laugh about a courtroom romance and not pine over one man.”

“So you do agree that I won the bet and you owe me dinner.” Athena said, “Like just wanna get that down so there’s no disagreement when it’s time to pay up.”

“Athena, I’m going into his office and I’m going to beat him to death with his copy of the penal code for what he just said to me.”

“Okay, well, no, don’t do that.” Athena placed her hands on Apollo’s shoulders, “Mostly because I don’t think that would work – you know Mr. Wright’s weirdly indestructible and then you’d just have assault and battery charges and that’d be a whole new mess that I’d probably have to clean up.”

“It’d be justified.”

“Probably, but that’s not a case I want to take.”  

“So what was that, anyways?”

Athena and Apollo started at the third voice, quickly looking over to the source. They had been so engaged in their conversation that they hadn’t noticed Trucy popping her head in through the curtain, grinning widely at the two of them.

“Trucy!” Apollo exclaimed, flustered, “I – we didn’t – we thought you went with Mr. Wright – “

“I was gonna go hang in Daddy’s office but you two were acting so weird out there.” Trucy said, sliding the curtain open and letting herself in before sliding it shut behind her, “So I thought it’d be more fun to bother you instead!”

“We weren’t acting weird.” Apollo blurted out.

Trucy said nothing, arching an eyebrow. 

“Okay, maybe I’m being weird now but that’s because Athena assaulted me.” Apollo quickly lied. 

“Polly, I seriously thought you were about to throw hands with Daddy.” Trucy rolled her eyes, “You’re not the only one who can see tells, y’know and you were firing on all cylinders. And you two were whispering pretty furiously before I interrupted so something’s clearly happening! I wanna know, you can’t keep secrets from me!”

“It was nothing.” Apollo said, desperately glancing at Athena, “Um. Okay fine, it was Klavier.” 

“And now you’re lying to me.” Trucy frowned, crossing her arms, “What’s going on?”

“It really isn’t something you should be involved with, Trucy.” Apollo shook his head, “Trust me, god we are doing you such a favor by leaving you out of this.”

“Wait, Apollo, no.” Athena frowned, “Wouldn’t Trucy of all people have the right to know? I mean this is her Dad we’re talking about and she’s close with Mr. Edgeworth as well.” 

“Athena!” Apollo protested, “We can’t...tell her. It’s...god, we told Mr. Edgeworth…”

“What’s going on between Uncle Miles and Daddy?” the grin had slowly waned from Trucy’s face, “Polly, Athena, what’s up? What happened?” 

“Trucy do you...know anything about Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth’s relationship?” Athena asked gently. 

“What do you mean?” Trucy asked, her eyes narrowing, “Did something happen between them that Daddy hasn’t told me about?” Something suddenly occurred to Trucy and her hands flew to her face, “Oh my god, did they break up?” she whispered, staring at Athena in horror.

“No, no, of course not, it’s - wait.” Athena stopped, suddenly staring at Trucy, “Trucy, I’m sorry but what do you mean did they break up?”

“Like did they break up?” Trucy asked again, looking confused as she lowered her hands, “Like you know? Break up?”

“Trucy...they’re not together?” Apollo said, the question obvious in his voice, “How could they break up?”

“Oh, like officially sure they’re not together.” Trucy rolled her eyes, “But like. You know.”

“Wait, no assume I don’t know.” Apollo said, “Please enlighten me.”

“Is this because you’re mad at Daddy for teasing you over Klavier?” Trucy pouted, “Because it’s not very nice to take that out on me.”

“Trucy, he’s not joking, please explain.” Athena said, her voice earnest, “What do you mean they’re not officially together but they can break up.”

Trucy stared at them for a few minutes, studying their expressions before her eyes widened slightly, her hand once again creeping to her mouth, “Oh my god.” she said softly, “You...you didn’t know? Apollo, Athena, they’re dating.”

“No.” Apollo shook his head, shaking his head as he began to pace his tiny office furiously, “Nope, see I just figured out that there was something going on with them last week and I just figured out they were both obsessed with each other last night and I have only just begun to adjust to that reality. It’s a lot yea, but I’m getting there! I'm adapting! Except now you’re telling me that they’re not only in love but they’re already dating and I’m supposed to just be okay with that? When they apparently haven’t even told each other that they love each other?”

“How did you not know?” Trucy asked, her eyes still wide as she watched Apollo pace around his office, “Polly, everyone knows.”

“What do you mean everyone knows?!” Apollo exclaimed, “You’re acting like this is common knowledge, me and Athena just found out!” 

“Polly” Trucy said slowly, “They’ve been in love for as long as I can remember. Auntie Maya and Auntie Frannie say it's been like that since pretty much forever. I...well, I assumed you two already knew too - I mean honestly I haven’t met anyone who’s worked with them who hasn’t picked up on something? And you two have you know...emotional and truth-telling superpowers? Are you seriously just figuring this out? I thought you were smart!?”

“Franziska Von Karma knows!?” Apollo cried, ignoring Trucy’s pointed insult as he stopped pacing to stare at her, “How does she know!?”

“Of course she does! Uncle Miles is her little brother!” Trucy protested, “You think she’s just gonna let him fall in love without her knowing!?”

“She lives on the other side of the world!” 

“Yea, but like I said it’s apparently just been like this since forever.” Trucy shrugged.

“And they haven’t done anything?” Apollo asked, wonder in his face, “It’s been over a decade and it’s so obvious that apparently the entire legal community knows and they’ve just been sitting on this?!”

“Well I don’t know if the entire legal community knows…” Trucy trailed off, thoughtfully.

“Does the judge know.” 

“Oh. Yea. Definitely.” 

“Oh my god.”

“Look, I...just don’t think they were able to do anything originally,” Trucy said, her brow furrowed as she spoke, “Auntie Maya said the timing was never right – she said that they fell in love pretty fast but they had to work on themselves first. Uncle Miles apparently was really bad when she met him...she said he had to find himself before he could give himself to someone else y’know? And then Daddy, well, you know what happened to Daddy.”

“But now…?” Athena asked.

“Well now I don’t know” Trucy shrugged, “Now I think it’s just habit. I guess it’s kinda like a ‘they’re so used to what they have’ thing so why upset the status quo.”

“That’s stupid.” Athena pouted

“I know!” Trucy agreed, nodding vehemently, “I’ve been trying to drop hints to Daddy and Uncle Miles but they are so stubborn sometimes! Auntie Maya’s way less subtle than me though, she’s just been screaming at Daddy to go for it for years. But he just starts rambling about respecting boundaries and not wanting to make Uncle Miles uncomfortable and then it goes nowhere and just. Ugh.”

“Athena, if Maya Fey hasn’t been able to get Mr. Wright to act on this, what chance do we have?” Apollo asked, “She’s his best friend!” 

“No, no this is fine." Athena shook her head, “Ms. Fey’s his best friend but we offer a fresh, new perspective. We can do this.”

“Do what?” Trucy looked intrigued, “What are you two planning?”

“We aren’t planning anything," Apollo said, scowling as he plopped down at his computer, shaking the mouse to wake it from sleep mode, “I’m getting to work and what you two do is your prerogative.” 

“Apollo!” Athena said, “You can’t just back out now!” 

“Look, Athena, I agree with you. The proof is indisputable. They’re in love. Hell, apparently they’re already dating” Apollo said, gesturing towards Trucy, “Those two are gone for each other. I’ve never seen pining this bad. If Mr. Wright ever gets married to someone else we probably have a moral obligation to object at the wedding because nobody deserves to be married to that man while he’s obsessing over Mr. Edgeworth. But until then, that’s their problem!” 

Athena pouted, crossing her arms as she glared at Apollo, “But don’t you wanna see this play out?” she asked, “It’s a love story decades in the making!” 

“Our agreement was we’d figure out where Mr. Wright stood on this and since I lost, I’ll buy you dinner. That’s fine. I made no promises beyond that.” 

“But don’t you want Daddy and Uncle Miles to be happy?” Trucy chimed in, staring at Apollo tearfully. 

“I want to practice law.” Apollo said, pulling the draft of his article back up and staring resolutely at the screen, ignoring Trucy and Athena’s forlorn stares. 

“Hmph.” Athena slumped into one of the office chairs, her lip jutted out and brow furrowed as she stared at Apollo. Trucy also apparently decided to stay in Apollo’s office, leaning against the wall silently, her petulant expression never wavering. They were quiet for a few minutes, watching Apollo work before Athena spoke up again, leaning forward and peering sideways at Apollo’s computer, “How’s that going anyways?” she asked. 

“How’s what going?”

“The practicing law?”

“It’s going fine, thank you very much. Would be going better if my junior co-worker would do the same.”

“You’re not having any problems?”

“...what do you want.”

“Oh I don’t know” she sighed, dramatically, “I mean I guess we can keep plugging along with the trial Lexis that crashes when you try to open more than one case.”

“Spit it out, Athena.”

“I’m just saying that Mr. Edgeworth sure does spend an awful lot of money on Mr. Wright.” Athena shrugged, “Isn’t that right, Trucy?” she asked, turning towards Trucy, who perked up. 

“Oh god yea, Uncle Miles spoils Daddy rotten." Trucy nodded, “He pays for everything - food, flights to Europe, bar prep, suits...I mean he always says it's to cover his consulting fee or gifts but it’s definitely more than that.” 

“Wonder how that would change if they were actually dating?” Athena asked, grinning at Trucy. 

“Oh, geez Athena,” Trucy instantly caught on, her expression suddenly thoughtful as she tapped her finger to her chin, “Well, if Uncle Miles could be open in how he felt about Daddy...I mean, it’d probably increase, right? If he could be honest about how stupid in love he was?” 

“And please explain to me exactly what this has to do with us?” Apollo asked, clearly irritated, “So Mr. Wright gets nicer suits and flies first-class to Europe instead of coach. That doesn’t matter to me?” 

“Oh you think that it would just stop at flights to Europe and suits?” Athena pretended to look shocked, “Trucy, what do you think?”

“Hmmmmm…” Trucy dragged the syllable out, “Well, golly, Athena, I don’t think it would!” 

“Fine, he gets a new car too. Or a pony. Or whatever rich people waste their money on.” Apollo rolled his eyes, “Can you two just drop the act? It’s annoying and I don’t see your point.”

“You don’t think Mr. Edgeworth’s generosity might expand to other aspects of Mr. Wright’s life?” Athena asked, grinning at Apollo, “Say, oh, I don’t know, his law firm?”

“I’m sorry.” Apollo stared at Athena flatly, “Are you saying I should help your plan because if we get them together, Mr. Edgeworth’s gonna be Mr. Wright’s sugar daddy? For our law firm?”

Athena stood, leaning over Apollo’s desk to get a better look at his computer, “I see you only have one case open.”

“I...you know why that is.” Apollo muttered, glaring at his computer. 

“It does crash if you try to open multiple cases, doesn’t it?” Athena sighed, flopping back onto the chair, “God, sure would be nice if we could upgrade to a version of Lexis that actually worked.”

“Athena…” Apollo’s tone carried a warning but his glare held no real malice. 

“Why stop at Lexis, Athena?” Trucy piped up, “I bet Mr. Edgeworth would spring for Westlaw. And Bloomberg.” 

“...and?” Apollo choked out, staring at Trucy. 

“Oh, good point!” Athena nodded, “Hell, why stop at those two. Maybe we could even get HEINonline.” 

“Oh my god.” Apollo whispered. 

“No more dressing up pretending to be a law student to break into the UCLA law library to look up legislative history,” Athena’s voice was sing-songy, “We could just look it up in our own offices on our own computers. You know, like not completely broke lawyers do.”

“Athena…” 

“Sure would be nice” Athena sighed again, shaking her head sadly, “But I guess we’ll never know.”

“Because Polly doesn’t want to help true love” Trucy said, dejectedly. 

“It’s so sad.” Athena agreed. 

“God.” Apollo groaned, “God, Athena, Trucy, no, you two are being ridiculous.” Apollo shook his head, “Those subscriptions are expensive. Even if they were dating there is no way Mr. Edgeworth would just drop that kind of money on Mr. Wright. That’s thousands of dollars.” 

“You know Uncle Miles once dropped over 15k because Uncle Larry told him that Daddy was in trouble.” Trucy quickly perked up, suddenly grinning as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 

“He what?” it was Athena who asked, speaking before Apollo could, though his face echoed the same obvious shock. 

“Well, it was at least 15k,” Trucy said, nodding, “Maybe more? Auntie Maya told me about it. You heard the story of when Daddy fell off the burning bridge, right?” 

Athena and Apollo nodded, staring at Trucy. 

“Apparently Uncle Larry freaked out and called Uncle Miles,” Trucy continued, “Told him Daddy was in really bad shape so Uncle Miles chartered a private jet from Berlin to LA that night. Welllll....Auntie Maya did the math.” Trucy beamed, clearly thrilled at Apollo and Athena’s stunned expressions, “The cheapest jets run from $1,300 to $3,000 an hour. That’s a 12 hour flight. Comes out to Uncle Miles dropping anywhere from $15,600 to $36,000 in one night because he thought Daddy was dying. And of course that doesn’t include additional charges that might come from scrambling for a private jet to take you to LA from Germany in the middle of the night.”

“What were you saying about Mr. Edgeworth not being willing to spend some serious cash on Mr. Wright?” Athena smirked at Apollo, “Looks like HEINonline might be on the table after all.”

“That...that is so much money?” Apollo said, “Like okay apparently he’s willing to just drop thousands on Mr. Wright but how obscenely rich is he that he can just do that?! How much do prosecutors make!? Is this where all our taxes go?!”

“Apollo, focus!” Athena said, “So he’s got deep pockets! That just makes our reward even more likely!” 

Apollo huffed out a quick breath, clearly annoyed, as he glared at his computer for a few minutes in silence. Finally, he slumped back with a moan, staring up at the ceiling as he spoke, “I really hate you two sometimes, you know that?” he muttered. 

“So you’re in?” Athena asked. 

“I...god. Fine. But if we don’t at least get Westlaw and Bloomberg out of this I’m gonna be pissed at you.” 

“Yes!” Athena crowed, sitting up fully and quickly high-fiving Trucy, “Knew that would work!” 

“I’m not taking Klavier’s advice though” Apollo grumbled, “And I reserve the right to terminate this working relationship at any time.”

“Yea, yea.” Athena waved her hand, still grinning widely, “But if we don’t follow Mr. Gavin's advice then what?”

“Lock them in a room with Mr. Wright’s magatama so they’re forced to be honest with each other for once in their lives.” Apollo crossed his arms, “We can barricade them in Mr. Wright’s office until they finally talk it out and actually deal with the obvious.”

“Sounds like kidnapping which is sorta illegal but I’ll put it on the list.” Athena said, cheerfully. 

“Fine, I don’t know something simple? Coffee’s a safe first date idea? Low pressure, low stakes?”

“Nah, they already do that.” Trucy shook her head, “They get coffee a few times a week usually - I sometimes meet them after school if they stop by the shop near school.”

“Okay” Apollo rolled his eyes, “Dinner then? Dinner dates are a step up right?”

“They...already do that too.”

“Movies?”

“We have movie nights most Fridays!” Trucy said, “When Uncle Miles is in town, that is. We all just snuggle up on the couch and watch whatever film I wanna see - I always get to pick the movie, of course but sometimes I let Uncle Miles pick, if I’m feeling nice. Or magnanimous as he’d say.”

“So. I’m sorry but just to clarify, they already do dinner, coffee, movies, and couch snuggles together.” Apollo said. 

“Polly, I told you” Trucy said, “They’re already dating. Like Daddy has a whole suitcase at Uncle Miles’ house. I have my own bedroom there. Regular date ideas ain’t gonna cut it!”

“So what do we even do then?” Apollo asked, staring at Trucy, “There’s nothing left unless they’re actually willing to talk!” 

Before Athena or Trucy could respond there was a slam and Athena and Trucy started, clearly surprised. 

“Fuck, it’s Daddy!” Trucy hissed, “We’ll figure this out later.” 

Seconds later, Phoenix stuck his head into Apollo’s office, greeting the three of them with a quick smile, “Apollo, Athena, do you have a moment?” he asked, “Got an email from Edgeworth regarding Stevens and wanted to talk to you two about it.” 

“Sure, what’s up?” Athena asked, “We filed the last of the paperwork on that case already though - did we miss something?”

“No, no, that’s all fine,” Phoenix shook his head, pushing the curtain open so he could lean against the doorway, “Edgeworth said they’re moving forward with the prosecution of Mr. Tompkins, the boyfriend that actually did the murder, and they need to bring Stevens in to testify.” 

“They can’t just use the trial testimony?” Athena frowned, “Guess that’d raise some confrontation clause issues.”

“Exactly.” Phoenix nodded, “Edgeworth wants to know if Stevens is free next Wednesday at 3PM for a deposition. I can reach out to him to check but this is something we need to be at as well. I can’t see anything bad happening to Stevens, especially since he’s already been acquitted, but better safe than sorry.” 

“Yea, of course we can go.” Apollo nodded, “Will Mr. Edgeworth be at the deposition?” 

“No, Gavin’s handling the prosecution of Tompkins so he’ll be the state’s attorney there.” Phoenix said, “I think Edgeworth’s involved, since he handled the trial portion of the Stevens case but Gavin’s the lead prosecutor for the Tompkins case.” 

“Well, in addition to the deposition we’re gonna have to review the trial transcript and strike testimony we want omitted, right?” Athena asked, “So maybe it’d be best if we divvied up the labor here?”

“How so?” Phoenix said.

“Apollo and I can take the deposition with Mr. Gavin and Tompkins’ attorney.” Athena responded, glancing over at Apollo, who nodded, “In the meantime you and Mr. Edgeworth could go over the trial transcript and flag portions we don’t want coming into the Tompkins trial?” 

“That’s not a bad idea.” Phoenix agreed, “But wouldn’t it make more sense for Gavin and me to take care of the transcript since you two and Mr. Edgeworth handled the trial itself?”

“But Klavier’s taking the Tompkins trial” Apollo pointed out, “So he’s going to want to be there for the deposition.” 

“Yea, you’re right.” Phoenix was silent for a few moments, clearly thinking before he nodded, “Alright, let’s do that then. The deposition will be at the prosecutor’s building, Edgeworth said they could reserve one of the conference rooms. You two can handle that and I’ll go over the transcript with Edgeworth in his office in the meantime.” 

“Sounds good.” Apollo said and Athena nodded. 

“I’ll email the plan to Edgeworth and figure out if Stevens is free Wednesday.” Phoenix straightened up, “And I’ll review the transcript sometimes in the next week before sending Edgeworth a copy with what we’d like redacted.” 

“Alright.” Apollo agreed. Phoenix shot them a quick thanks before stepping out of Apollo’s office and heading back to his own. 

Athena was silent for a few seconds after Phoenix left, waiting until they heard his office door shut once again, before leaning towards Apollo, beaming, “We’re brilliant!” she whispered, “God I’m so glad we were on the same wavelength, Apollo.”

“What?” Apollo asked, clearly confused, “What are you talking about?”

“Yea?” Trucy asked, looking curiously at Athena, “What’s going on? You got a plan?” 

“Yep! This is it!” Athena said, grinning conspiratorially at Apollo and Trucy, “We’ll take care of the deposition with Mr. Gavin, Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth can have some alone time working over the transcript!” 

“Okay well then we were not on the same wavelength because I didn’t know that’s what our plan was!” Apollo shot back, “I didn’t know we were trying to get them alone!?”

“You mean you didn’t insist Mr. Gavin take the deposition so Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth would have to go over the trial transcript together?” Athena asked. 

“No!?” Apollo said, “I mean I’m right, it makes sense for Klavier to be the one doing the deposition considering he’s the one running the Tompkins trial?”

“Oh. Yea, I guess that’s true too. Well, either way, this is great.” Athena said, clearly unfazed. 

“Wait, why is this gonna work?” Trucy asked, “Daddy and Uncle Miles do law things like go over transcripts all the time together? There’s nothing really romantic about it.”

“No, see this transcript is from the trial where we actually maybe figured out that Mr. Edgeworth is madly in love with your father.” Athena explained, turning to Trucy, “There’s this part in the trial where the defendant asked Mr. Edgeworth if he’d ever been in love and, well to make a long story short, he went all soft and gooey and was like yea I have. Well he didn’t say those exact words but he heavily implied it with his tone. Plus he talks about what he looks for in a partner! There’s no way Mr. Wright’s  just gonna ignore that!” 

“You think Mr. Wright’s gonna figure out that Mr. Edgeworth is in love with him from a trial transcript where he talks about love?” Apollo asked. 

“He practically said it in open court, Apollo” Athena said, “We missed what he was saying because we weren’t thinking about it but Mr. Wright? When he’s this smitten with Mr. Edgeworth? He’ll pick up on it instantly - you saw how soft Mr. Edgeworth went. The tone? The yearning in his voice, god there’s no way Mr. Wright will miss this!”

“Athena. There’s one problem” Apollo said, staring at her, “The transcript is written.”

“So?”

“How is Mr. Wright supposed to derive tone from a written document?”

“Ah.”

“This isn’t going to work.” 

“No, no” she shook her head, “It will. It has to.” she grinned, “They just need a small push in the right direction. You’ll see. They’ll be an item by the end of the week.” 

---

It was roughly 7PM and Athena and Apollo had gone home for the day, leaving Phoenix alone in the office. Trucy was away at a sleepover with a high school friend, so Phoenix had thought it might be a good idea to stay a bit later and get some work done in preparation for the deposition on Wednesday. He had printed out a copy of the transcript earlier, ordered some cheap takeout, and settled into the client couch to read the transcript, armed with some sticky notes, a pen, and a highlighter. 

Taking a bite of the takeout (a shawarma platter from the Greek deli down the street), Phoenix started flipping through the document, smiling slightly at some of the back and forth between Edgeworth and Athena and Apollo.  He had meant it when he said that Edgeworth was probably one of the best prosecutors in the country, and seeing Athena and Apollo going toe-to-toe against him was frankly thrilling. But god, they really had grown up fast, hadn’t they? There was some sense of melancholy tinging the warm rush of pride he felt as he realized that there really wasn’t too much more he could teach Apollo or Athena. 

But that was how things had to be, how they should be. Once upon a time, Mia had shown him what it meant, what it really meant to be a defense attorney, beyond the statutes and legislation, beyond the cases Phoenix had learned in law school, and Phoenix could only hope he had passed that torch on to Apollo or Athena. If he was half the mentor Mia had been he would consider his time with the two younger attorneys a success. 

Smiling to himself, Phoenix refocused on his work, quickly shoveling a few more bites in as his eyes flicked across the paper. There was nothing remarkable in the first few pages of the proceedings and he was able to work quickly, highlighting pertinent parts and scribbling messy notes in the margins as he read, pausing to roll his eyes at some of the lines Edgeworth dropped. The words were printed in black and white, rigid and expressionless, but Phoenix could hear the sarcasm dripping from the sentences, delivered undoubtedly with an insufferably handsome smirk. He mouthed the words silently as he read, his smile widening into a broad grin as he got into some of the more heated confrontations of the trial. God, it was so easy to imagine them; Apollo passionately arguing case law, his infamous chords of steel reverberating through the courtroom, Athena stubbornly refusing to be cowed while using Widget to pull out the defendant’s testimony and Edgeworth, calm, poised, collected, not a single hair out of place as he meticulously picked holes in Athena and Apollos arguments, pushing the younger attorneys to discover the truth.

That’s what he does. Phoenix thought, studying the words in front of him, affection blooming in his chest as his grin slipped into a fond smile, He works with you to find the truth and pushes you towards it.

Then suddenly Stevens was asking Edgeworth if he had ever been in love and that certainly hadn’t been where Phoenix had been expecting this trial to go.

Phoenix sat up slightly, staring at the page, highlighter uncapped and still in hand. Edgeworth’s reply was a curt one-liner, bringing Stevens back to the trial and Phoenix settled back, uncomfortably capping the highlighter and setting it down. Well of course. What had he been expecting? Edgeworth wouldn’t deign to answer such a strange question, he’d want to focus on the trial at hand. Still. Phoenix would be lying if he said that the question and the answer hadn’t immediately piqued his interest.

This wasn’t the time for this. Phoenix huffed, irritated at how easily distracted he was and turned his attention back to the transcript, ready to move on from that particular line of questioning. However, a few sentences later it was apparent that Stevens hadn’t been so ready to drop the subject. He had asked Edgeworth again, only for Edgeworth to snap back again and Phoenix had never been so, so thankful to not have been in a trial. It would have been a nightmare. An emotional defendant pushing Edgeworth on the topic of love and oh god, with Athena and Apollo right there…they surely would have picked up on some very inconvenient feelings that Phoenix had been trying to ignore for the better part of pretty much his entire life. Feeling even more annoyed with himself, Phoenix glared at the transcript, trying again to focus and reading the next few lines.

State: And you think he loves you.

Stevens: He does.

State: He doesn’t.

“How would you know that, Edgeworth?” Phoenix muttered to himself. Stevens apparently shared Phoenix’s sentiment because he had asked the same question and now Edgeworth was lecturing Stevens on what love was and that certainly got Phoenix’s attention. He was fully sitting up now, brow furrowed as he carefully read each word. Was this what Edgeworth was looking for in a partner? Someone to hold him to his path? Someone to make him a better person?

I would do that Phoenix thought desperately Don’t I do that? Can’t that be me?

He could though. He could push Edgeworth, he could help him, he could work with him, god, hadn’t they done that before? Hadn’t they stood on opposite sides of the courtroom, trusting each other, pushing each other towards the truth, jibes and taunts only barely masking their common goal, their shared path?

Phoenix dropped the transcript onto the coffee table and buried his face in his hands, grabbing at his hair. He was being ridiculous, he knew it, he had come to terms with what he and Edgeworth had. Even if his feelings were unreciprocated, it was fine. Edgeworth had made it perfectly clear years ago that he didn’t appreciate Phoenix’s tendency to get  too attached too quickly, the constant trips overseas a physical manifestation of the distance he tried to maintain from Phoenix. And that was fine. Phoenix could respect those boundaries. Over the years they had slowly eroded away as they had grown closer and Phoenix knew he was just lucky to have as deep of a friendship as he did with Edgeworth. Even if he wanted more, it was fine. It had to be fine. 

Stop this. Just focus, he thought, tightening his hands in his hair and letting the sharp jolts of pain clear his mind. Get through this transcript then you can lie on the couch and mope about how Edgeworth would never return your ridiculous and overbearing sentiment.

Steeling himself, Phoenix picked up the transcript, only reading a few lines further before the exchange somehow got even worse. 

State: Do not presume to know me, Mr. Stevens. Perhaps I’ve never been loved. I don’t need that to see what you have twisted and grotesque as it is is a sham some sick and pale imitation of what love can be.

Stevens: Then you.

State: Of course.  

Phoenix wanted to scream. Of course? Of course what? But the next lines were Athena asking Stevens if he was willing to explain his story and Stevens was confessing and that was fine and wonderful and ensured the truth was known and justice was carried out and did absolutely nothing to explain what Miles Edgeworth had meant when he said “of course”. How had Edgeworth said that? What was his tone? His body language? Phoenix glared at the transcript in front of him, willing the words to somehow convey the emotions that had carried through those words when Edgeworth had spoken them.

Knowing Edgeworth…Phoenix sighed, dropping back against the couch, staring miserably at the ceiling, the transcript dropped in his lap. Be realistic. Don’t project. Knowing Edgeworth, those words had been said with the same certainty and snark that he always carried in the courtroom, a cold derision underlying each syllable, “Of course”. Of course Edgeworth understood what love was; he might be emotionally distant but it was obvious that Stevens had been in a bad relationship. Of course Edgeworth could see that Tompkins had never loved him, that much was apparent from Edgeworth’s line of questioning. And that’s why Edgeworth had asked, hadn’t he? To make what was obvious to Edgeworth, what was obvious to the whole courtroom (of course) finally clear to Stevens as well.

But…what if he hadn’t? Phoenix let his mind wander, imagining a far different scenario. What if Edgeworth had spoken those words softly, an admission, an understanding of how Phoenix felt – You know I love you. Or better yet, an answer to a question Phoenix had wondered for years.

Do you love me?

Phoenix groaned, hating himself in that moment.

This was dangerous territory. This was pointless. But he couldn’t let this go, this transcript laying innocently in his lap the deepest insight Phoenix had ever gotten into Edgeworth’s romantic inclinations. Phoenix grabbed the transcript again, holding it above his face, his eyes flicking quickly over the words. This was ridiculous, he was a lawyer, wasn’t he? His whole job was understanding what words meant. He had learned the canons of statutory interpretation, noscitur a sociis, the meaning of a word could be derived from accompanying words, and what else had Edgeworth said? He chose to devote his more “fruitful endeavors” than love. That tracked. Phoenix had always assumed Edgeworth simply had no interest in romantic endeavors, having turned down nearly every suitor Phoenix had seen approach him. 

What else though? He didn’t believe anyone had ever loved him. Phoenix felt some strange swooping sensation in his stomach as he re-read that line, his eyes retracing the words printed on the page before him. He supposed he felt some measure of relief, that Edgeworth hadn’t picked up on what Phoenix sometimes worried were his poorly hidden emotions. But hearing Edgeworth say that hurt more than Phoenix cared to admit. Did he really believe that or had it been a front? Either way, Phoenix knew that statement was incorrect. He knew, god he knew, just how deeply Edgeworth was loved, the emotion so familiar to Phoenix he honestly couldn’t recall a time when loving Edgeworth just wasn’t a part of who he was. But what about Edgeworth? 

He flipped through the rest of the transcript quickly and, frustrated that the trial provided no further insight into what Edgeworth thought about love, finally gave up an hour later. Letting the transcript drop onto the couch next to him, he exhaled deeply, sitting up and staring forlornly at his take-out which had long gone cold. He could ask Edgeworth about this, right? At their meeting Wednesday - bring it up in a joking way, see what he said. There were unfortunately no legal reasons Phoenix could think of to really fixate on this line of questioning but there was no way he could just let this go. 

Shaking his head at himself, Phoenix dropped the transcript onto the table he started boxing up his food, well aware that his concentration for the night had been shot. There was just no way he’d be able to focus on anything, much less the stupid transcript that had ruined his evening and he stuffed it into a folder before dropping it off on his desk. He’d leave that problem for future Phoenix to deal with, which, he knew, likely meant he’d be scrambling to finish it Tuesday night. He’d then get the copy to Edgeworth at some ungodly hour and Edgeworth would probably respond with some snark about time management because of course he’d be up too, all while never knowing that Phoenix hadn’t been able to finish the transcript in a timely manner because he was in no way capable of reading about Edgeworth and love without apparently having some total brain meltdown. 

Well. That was a problem future Phoenix could deal with. Frustrated at how little he had accomplished, Phoenix quickly finished tidying up the office before grabbing his suit jacket, food, and briefcase, turning off the lights as he hurried out of the office. He refused to look back, letting the door shut behind him and desperately trying to put the transcript he had left sitting on his desk out of his mind. 

---

Wednesday, the day of the deposition, eventually came around and, as expected, Phoenix had fired off a copy of the transcript to Edgeworth at roughly midnight the night before. Edgeworth had responded immediately, of course, the email sarcastically asking Phoenix if his caseload was really that heavy, and confirmed their meeting the following day. 

Phoenix hadn’t bothered responding to the email and that morning had hitched a ride to the prosecutor's building with Athena and Apollo, pensively mulling over the transcript stowed securely away in his briefcase the entire ride. He sat in the back, staring silently out the window, too lost in thought to notice the knowing smirk Athena shot Apollo and the eye roll Apollo responded with. 

The three parted ways in the lobby of the prosecutor's building, Athena and Apollo heading off to the the conference room where Klavier, Stevens, and Tomkpins’ attorney were waiting and Phoenix taking the elevator up to the twelfth floor, tapping his leg nervously as his mind and gut alike churned unpleasantly. He had spent hours over the weekend and last few days agonizing over the transcript, Trucy at one point noticing his strange mood and poking him in the face as she asked him to stop being so mopey. In that time, he had come up with exactly zero ways to bring it up naturally. 

So bluffing it was then. That was fine. He was familiar with bluffing, and good at it too. This was territory Phoenix was comfortable with, in a subject matter he was decidedly uncomfortable with. Maybe things would balance out. He stuffed his hand in his pocket, frowning as he grasped at nothing. It felt like some gross invasion of privacy to ask Edgeworth something so personal while armed with the magatama, so he had elected to leave it in his office today. He didn’t regret his decision but not having the familiar weight of the stone resting against his leg only made him more nervous and quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket as he waited, his palms clammy. The elevator finally dinged, indicating he was at his destination and he squared his shoulders, steeling himself as he walked towards Edgeworth’s office. 

Edgeworth was at his desk when Phoenix entered, smiling as Phoenix pushed his door open, “Wright.” he said, his voice warm and pleasant, “Thank you for coming. Could I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks.” Phoenix waved his hand, desperately trying to calm his nerves as he sat down, dropping his briefcase on the low table in front of the couch, “So! Stevens.”

“Stevens” Edgeworth nodded, “We, of course, appreciate your extra work on this. Having such quick access to a key witness certainly makes our job much easier.”

“Don’t thank me, the kids are handling all the hard work” Phoenix said, opening his briefcase as he spoke, “I had a chance to look over the transcript last week.”

“Yes, I’ve had a chance to review what you sent over” Edgeworth nodded, “I don’t believe we have any issue with most of your requests, but there are a few nits I’d like to discuss with you.”

“Of course.” Phoenix said, producing two copies of the transcript, leaning over, and dropping one on Edgeworth’s desk, “Brought you an extra copy just in case. We’re fine with most of this coming in though there were a few background points we’d probably want excluded from the record. I can’t imagine they’d hurt Gavin's case against Tompkins, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

“Thank you,” Edgeworth said, reaching over and scanning the transcript Phoenix had handed him, “Naturally, we will also be sure to keep you updated on any progress on the Tompkins trial.”

“We’d really appreciate that,” Phoenix said grinning, “And for what it’s worth, I enjoyed being able to read the transcript too. Nice to see the three of you at work even though it was written.”

“Did anything from the trial stand out to you?”

“Well, seeing that the great Miles Edgeworth had opinions on love was certainly eye-opening.” The words had tumbled out before Phoenix could really think them through, and he stiffened slightly, trying to keep his smile casual as he glanced over at Edgeworth. 

Edgeworth had frozen, his hand twitching ever so slightly as he exhaled quietly, composing himself. He barely looked ruffled, Phoenix only able to see the small tells from the years spent with the other man and the slightest dusting of pink at the tips of his ears, “Indeed.” Edgeworth finally said, his voice guarded, “I simply did not find Mr. Stevens’ relationship compelling and consequently may have spoken out of term.”

“No, no” Phoenix waved his hand and forced an easy grin, aware of how uncomfortable Edgeworth was but also finding himself unable to just drop the subject, “Just never heard you talk about love before so it was surprising. This is what you’re looking for in a partner though?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light, “Someone to hold you to your path?”

“I suppose.”

That was certainly a shock to Phoenix. He hadn’t expected Edgeworth to actually admit that he was interested in, well, anything with anyone. Phoenix had been expecting Edgeworth to vehemently deny it or bluster through some excuse before insisting that they drop the subject and move on. Instead, Edgeworth had agreed that yes, he was interested in something, his face a stoic mask as he coolly regarded Phoenix. It was frankly a lot for Phoenix to process and he sat there silently for a few moments, staring at Edgeworth. 

“I...is that all you’re looking for?” Phoenix finally managed to choke out, trying desperately to keep his voice steady. 

“Ah.” Edgeworth shifted in his seat, picking up the pen on his desk, “Um. I...generally do not have the luxury to contemplate characteristics I find desirable in a partner so I cannot say that this is a matter I have devoted extensive consideration to.”

“But...when you have thought about it?” Phoenix pressed. 

“I suppose, that is to say for the sake of this conversation,” Edgeworth was now fidgeting with the pen in his hand, staring at it intently instead of Phoenix, “Well. Arguendo. For purposes of this thought exercise, naturally, if I were to consider a partner I suppose I would prefer...someone kind.” 

“Kind?”

“Kind” Edgeworth nodded, firmly, his pale face now taking on a deep flush that Phoenix found absolutely entrancing. 

“What...what do you mean by kind?”

“Someone...kind.” Edgeworth repeated himself, still refusing to look at Phoenix as he spoke, the first words out of his mouth halting, as though Edgeworth was uncertain of himself, “Someone...someone with a deep sense of compassion...someone intelligent, someone with an endless zeal, an endless...commitment to justice and truth...” as Edgeworth talked, his tone picked up until the words were almost rushing out of his mouth, “... someone with a deeper understanding of the limitations of our systems and our courts but who is willing to still fight for the right thing, someone whose capacity to love and forgive and care is just endless, someone I can trust to always do the right thing and push me to be a better man, just...” he suddenly stopped playing with his pen and let it fall to his desk, finally looking up at Phoenix, his expression stricken, “Good lord, Wright. Someone kind.” 

Phoenix was staring openly at Edgeworth now, his mouth slightly agape, the transcript in front of him completely forgotten. He couldn’t think straight, completely blindsided by Edgeworth’s sudden candid admission. The words Edgeworth had spoken were in earnest, his voice cracked and beautiful, and though Phoenix had always thought this was this case, the sudden strained tone, the deep want underlying every syllable he spoke left Phoenix speechless. It was a lot for Phoenix to take in and as he silently processed everything Edgeworth had just said, he was struck with a sudden unpleasant realization. Edgeworth's’ description was too specific. There was too much longing in his voice, his expression was too broken, his words too sincere. This wasn’t a man listing off characteristics he wanted in a partner. He had already found someone and was merely describing them to Phoenix. 

“Sounds pretty specific” Phoenix finally managed to croak out, “You got someone in mind?”

“...perhaps.” 

The conformation hurt. Knowing that his suspicions were true, that Edgeworth had already fallen in love with someone else struck Phoenix to his very core and he quickly deflected the only way he knew how to; he smiled, grinning widely at Edgeworth, hiding the tumultuous emotions he felt brewing just beneath the surface, “Never thought I’d see the day!” he teased, “Miles Edgeworth finally found love, hm? Well? Tell me about them! Do I know them?” 

“It’s frankly none of your business, Wright.” Edgeworth said stiffly, his flush dying down and a familiar cold tone creeping into his voice as he picked up the pen again and started flipping it through his fingers.  

“Boo, you’re no fun” Phoenix groaned, sighing dramatically, “C’mon a hint?” he wheedled, “Some clue about your mysterious paramour?”

“We’re not discussing this,” Edgeworth glowered at him, “Besides, this conversation feels too one-sided. How about you? What are your opinions on the subject?”

“My opinions?”

“Your interests?” Edgeworth cocked an eyebrow, examining Phoenix, “What traits do you find desirable in a partner?”

“Ah. Um. Well.” Now it was Phoenix’s turn to blush as he tried to think of a response without being too obvious. Someone who I can trust. Someone who I can rely on, who will always match whatever I throw at him, who will always hold me to the highest standard and pushes me to be a far better person than I ever thought I could be. Someone who I’ve seen grow into the best man I know, someone whose passion and drive is unmatched, who loves and cares about others so deeply he’s devoted his entire life to championing justice and fairness and mercy, whose brilliance never ceases to amaze me, someone who has endured so much and only become kind and good as a result.

“Um. Yea. Same with the kind thing, like someone nice I guess.” Phoenix finally said lamely, “Um. Smart? Handsome? Good smile?”

“And have you had any luck in finding such a woman?”

“Doesn’t have to be a woman.”

“Ah.”

“I thought I was pretty obvious?” Phoenix asked, frowning, “Wasn’t I?”

“Your last relationship was with a woman, so I foolishly presumed” Edgeworth shook his head, “I apologize for that, Wright.”

“I...don’t think my last relationship is exactly a great benchmark for what I’m interested in. You know, considering it was an entirely different person and she very much tried to murder me and all.” Phoenix laughed, “Don’t sweat it though.”

“So...have you found anyone that matches that description?” Edgeworth asked, “Nice and smart and handsome with a good smile?”

I have, god, I have, Phoenix thought desperately I have and he’s all those things and more and now he’s asking me about himself and he doesn’t even know.

“I suppose I have.”

Edgeworth sucked in a sharp breath, his lips parted slightly and the pen he had been fiddling with now clenched tightly in his fist. His gray eyes were wide behind his glasses and there was something in his expression, some underlying emotion that Phoenix could not read. 

“I…I’m glad to hear that.” Edgeworth finally said, his voice hard, “I wish you happiness in your relationship, Wright.”

“No, it’s not like that.” Phoenix laughed, desperately trying to control his voice, “I’m not in a relationship. It’s…it’s one-sided. They’re not interested. So that’s that.”

“I find it difficult to believe your…affections could be unrequited” Edgeworth said after a brief pause, “Anyone would be fortunate to enter a relationship with a man such as yourself.”

“Wow you must really feel bad for me, Edgeworth” Phoenix teased, desperately trying to keep his voice light, “My single status is so bad even you’re being nice to me.”

“Indeed. Quite.” Edgeworth seemed to be wrestling with something, silent for a few beats before he spoke again, his voice strained, “If...if this individual. If...they reciprocated your affections, would you consider pursuing a romantic relationship with them?”

“That has got to be the most convoluted way to ask ‘If they were interested, would you date them?’” Phoenix responded, trying desperately to keep his tone even. God, Edgeworth didn’t even realize the havoc he was utterly wrecking on Phoenix’s psyche, asking such pointed questions - sucking a breath in Phoenix again attempted a light laugh, “Well of course” he said softly, “If...if that happened god, I’d be so, so happy.” 

“I see.” Edgeworth’s hand had been clenched into tight balls on his desk, the knuckles white, “I suppose that makes sense.” He seemed to tense slightly, then relax as if he were coming to terms with something, his expression suddenly composing itself into a far more relaxed one, “I hope you find that happiness then, Wright.”

What the fuck was he supposed to say to that. 

Bluff. It was easy, falling back into a role, an act, holding up a mask so Edgeworth could not see how badly his words were affecting Phoenix, the confirmation that Edgeworth loved someone else and that he wanted Phoenix to move on lacing through Phoenix’s chest, a jagged spear that Edgeworth hadn’t even known he had held. Switch the subject. It had gotten too raw, too close to secrets Phoenix held too tightly to his chest, clenched so firmly to himself that he had branded them into his very soul, and he needed to deflect. 

“I mean wouldn’t you?” Phoenix asked, grinning, “If your mysterious lover asked you out wouldn’t you say yes?”

“I don’t know if I would” Edgeworth admitted, his brow furrowed, “I’m a very busy man, Wright, and relationships take time and…”

“You’re overthinking this,” Phoenix cut him off before Edgeworth could really start on his list of excuses, “This is a hypothetical! We’re talking about an ideal world, Edgeworth. Where you weren’t a workaholic or maybe there were more than 24 hours in a day or you somehow actually learned to adopt some semblance of work/life balance. I mean c’mon, wouldn’t you wanna be with them?” 

“...of course.” 

Oh. 

That was how he had said it. 

That was how Phoenix wanted to hear it. 

It was soft, barely above a whisper, open and honest, and knowing that it would never be directed at him, knowing that that vulnerability, that tenderness, was reserved for whoever Edgeworth fell in love with hurt Phoenix more than he cared to admit. He smiled, forced and painful, his eyes too crinkled, mouth stretched too wide over his teeth, “See?” he said, barely keeping his voice in check, “Of course you’d wanna get with them.” 

“I...I suppose.” 

“So.” Phoenix scrambled at the transcript, grabbing it desperately, “Guess we should actually get some work done. Can’t have the kids showing us up completely!” 

“Ah. Yes.” Edgeworth nodded, his composition completely unruffled, completely unfazed unlike the absolute chaos that was breaking loose in Phoenix’s mind, “I suppose we could start from the beginning? You noted some background information you’d prefer excluding…”

Edgeworth’s voice was perfunctory and Phoenix nodded along, resolutely squashing his unwieldy feelings back into the same box he had kept them hidden in for the last few decades and focusing on the task at hand.

---

The deposition went much quicker and smoother than Apollo had expected. Tompkins’ attorney was professional and worked efficiently, mostly trying to clarify points both sides expected to come up in trial. Stevens, realizing that the deposition wasn’t going to be adversarial (and probably relaxing without Edgeworth in the room) spoke easily, allowing them to move through her questions with few issues. 

“I appreciate your cooperation with this.” she finally said after they had finished the last of her questions and cleared up a few minor procedural matters. She smiled at the group as she stood, shuffling her papers into her briefcase, “I’ll be in touch if I have any additional questions but I think this is it for me.” 

“Of course” Apollo smiled back, standing as well and following her towards the door, “You have my contact information, so please feel free to reach out at any point.” 

They exited the conference room in a group, chattering mindlessly, and, to Apollo’s surprise, found Edgeworth waiting outside, leaning against the wall as he messed with his phone. He looked up when they came out and quickly slipped his phone into his pocket, striding forward. 

“I was hoping to catch you before you left” he said, smiling pleasantly at their group, “If you don’t mind, Mr. Justice, Ms. Cykes, could I speak to you for a few minutes? We can talk in the conference room - this shouldn’t take long.”

“Oh, yea, sure.” Apollo said, “Is Mr. Wright with you?”

“No, we finished some time ago and he said he’d take the bus home.” Edgeworth said, “He asked that I tell you not to wait for him.”

“Alright. Cool.” Apollo nodded, “Um. I guess I’ll talk to you guys later then?” he asked, waving at Tompkins’ attorney, Stevens, and Klavier, who looked rather intrigued, before following Edgeworth into the conference room, Athena trailing after him. The door swung shut behind them, the latch clicking in place with a sense of finality and Apollo tried to control the nervous squeamishness he felt in his gut, smiling widely at Edgeworth who was standing by the table. Despite his mannerisms in the hallway, Edgeworth was clearly agitated, standing instead of taking a seat and making no indication that Apollo or Athena should be seated. 

“You wanted to speak with us?” Apollo finally prompted, opting to follow Edgeworth’s lead and remained standing. Athena did the same, also looking rather concerned. 

“Yes. I’m sorry to pull you aside on such a short notice” Edgeworth said, frowning at the pair, “But I must ask - Did you tell Wright about our conversation?” 

“Tell him – what, no!?” Apollo protested, looking wildly at Athena, “You didn’t…?”

“Of course not!” Athena looked scandalized, “Mr. Edgeworth, we’re attorneys? Of course we know how to keep our mouths shut?!”

“I…good lord.” Edgeworth seemed to gather his thoughts, pressing his hand to his face, “I…I don’t think you’re lying. No. I know you’re not. I…I just don’t know what’s going on with Wright.”

“What happened?”

“Obviously while you were conducting the deposition, Wright and myself were reviewing the transcript,” Edgeworth said, frowning, “And Wright was…acting strange.”

“Strange?” Athena echoed. She was clearly trying to keep her tone calm but Apollo instantly noticed her tell, a slight shifting of her weight from one foot to the other. 

“He...fixated on the portion of the trial where I managed to...embarrass myself.” Edgeworth flushed, clearly uncomfortable as his hands fluttered around his sleeves, picking at invisible threads, “I was wondering if his fixation came from a discussion with you two...I don’t doubt he pressed you so I was wondering if something had slipped. But now I see that was not the case.”

“That...wait so that portion did come up?” Athena pressed. 

“Ah. Indeed.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Nothing of significance, no.” Edgeworth lied. 

Apollo bit the inside of his cheek quickly, ignoring the familiar tightening of the bracelet around his wrist. Edgeworth was clearly lying, but Apollo, desperate to avoid a repeat performance of last time, kept his mouth shut. He shot a sideways glance at Athena, who was frowning, studying Edgeworth intently, her arms crossed. So she had picked up on that too. Of course she had. 

“I...see.” Athena finally said and Apollo felt a stab of relief as he realized Athena also didn’t want to press the matter. She was treading lightly, delicately picking through her thoughts before speaking, “But Mr. Wright did discuss it, yes?”

“He did” Edgeworth shrugged, “Perhaps I am overanalyzing the situation. Perhaps he simply found the subject so strange for me to discuss he couldn’t help but address it himself.” 

“I mean, I guess” Athena shrugged, “Or maybe you could just try asking him why he fixated on that point. You know. Try talking to your best friend slash courtroom rival. Openly. About how you feel.” 

“Talking to him?”

“Yea, have a conversation about your feelings sorta like friends do?”

“Ms. Cykes, you know I cannot do that.”

“But…” Athena hesitated, clearly thinking for a few moments before taking the plunge, “Mr. Edgeworth...why? Why won’t you just tell him how you feel? Are you afraid of jeopardizing your relationship with Mr. Wright? Do you really think he’d give up on you over something like this?” 

“That is...part of it” Edgeworth admitted, hesitantly, “Of course, it is only natural to fear that Wright will not reciprocate or worse, be repulsed by me.”

“But what if he did reciprocate?” Athena said, her voice hopeful, “If you knew how he felt, if you knew he was interested, surely...you…you’d talk to him then?”

“No.” Edgeworth spat the word out, far too quickly and with far too much conviction, “I...want to. Lord, I do. But I don’t know if I would.”

“What do you mean?” Athena looked shocked and even Apollo had to admit that the certainty in Edgeworth's voice startled him. The way he had said that “no”, the firmness underlying that single syllable - it was an answer that Edgeworth clearly had considered at length and come to terms with some time ago. 

Edgeworth was silent and for a moment Apollo had a sinking feeling that they had overstepped once again. However, when Edgeworth spoke, he did not seem upset but resigned, his shoulders slightly stooped and a deep weariness resonating in his voice, “I appreciate your concern Ms. Cykes.” He said, “I do. But I am a difficult man to love and that is not what Wright deserves.”

“What he deserves?”

“Yes.” Edgeworth said, resting a hand on the chair next to him as if he were steading himself before he spoke again, “In the past, I...hurt him. I cannot guarantee I won’t do it again.”  

“You hurt him?”

“I hurt him because I needed to be selfish.” Edgeworth’s voice was hard, “I hurt him because there were...matters I had to attend to, no matter the cost. And if that meant I lost the opportunity to be happy with him, then so be it.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Ms. Cykes, the facts are not relevant.” Edgeworth snapped back, “What matters is I have consistently proven that I cannot devote myself fully to him, like he deserves. Like his daughter deserves. He has always believed in me, even when I was unworthy of such sentiment. You know the man. You know how intensely he gives himself to others, how much love he has and I cannot match that. I cannot match his love or his faith or his commitment and neither him nor Trucy should have to deal with half-measures.” 

“Who said you had to match that, Mr. Edgeworth?” Athena pushed back, “Who said there was a right way to love someone? Don’t you think what you could offer would be enough?”

“For Wright?” Edgeworth shook his head, “No. It isn’t. I want him to be loved as he loves. I want him to find happiness and good lord, I hope he finds someone that brings him that.”

“Someone that brings him that” Athena said, dumbly echoing Edgeworth, “Mr. Edgeworth, I’m sorry but no. No, I don’t believe you for a second.”

“I don’t need to convince you, Ms. Cykes.” 

“Mr. Edgeworth,” Athena’s voice had risen slightly, her temper clearly getting the better of her, “You’re telling me if Mr. Wright started dating someone else tomorrow you wouldn’t mind. You’d be happy and content and fine watching him fall in love with someone else.”

Edgeworth said nothing, his face impassive and inscrutable. Apollo noticed his fist tightening even more around the back of the chair, the only indication that Athena’s words had cut to his core. It was obvious, so obvious, that the mere thought disturbed Edgeworth but he said nothing for a few minutes before taking a breath in, steadying himself before speaking.

“Yes.”

It was a lie. It was a blatant lie but it ran so deep Apollo couldn’t help but wonder if Edgeworth even realized he was lying. It was a lie that Edgeworth had repeated to himself time and time again, a lie that had almost no tells because he had practiced it so often, carving the single word into his psyche, said so fiercely that Edgeworth had nearly convinced himself it was true.

Nearly. But not quite.

Athena was glaring openly at Edgeworth now, clearly irritated, “Mr. Edgeworth, I respect you immensely as a prosecutor and hold the legal work you produce in the highest regard,” she finally said, her tone clipped “But I wish you were more honest with yourself in personal affairs.” 

“I know what I must do, Ms. Cykes.”

“Fine. If you wanna be that way, fine. We’re going, Apollo” Athena straightened, turning and marching back to the door, “Please consider your feelings, Mr. Edgeworth” she said before turning the knob, “And please don’t presume to know what Mr. Wright wants if you won’t even ask him.”

With that, Athena sharply pulled the door open, flouncing through it without glancing backwards and letting it slam shut behind her. 

“This might not be my place, Mr. Edgeworth but you should think about what she said,” Apollo said softly as he walked over to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob, “I know Athena’s hardheaded and kinda pushy but...she’s not wrong. She’s good at emotional analysis and she’s smart. I won’t tell you how to live your life but it also wouldn’t be a bad idea to take her advice into consideration.” 

Edgeworth said nothing and made no indication that he had heard Apollo. Sighing, Apollo pulled the door open himself and hurried after Athena, who had made her way to the lobby. She had her phone in her hand and glanced up at Apollo, as he approached her, her face still pulled into a frown. 

“This is ridiculous.” she said, her voice hushed despite the emptiness of the lobby, “I - I thought this would work? But apparently it didn’t and now Mr. Edgeworth won’t even try to talk to Mr. Wright because of some crazy mental block about not being able to love him properly? God what does that even mean?! He hurt him? He can’t devote himself to him? What happened between them!?”

“I have no idea?”

“So if we got Mr. Wright to talk to Mr. Edgeworth, Mr. Edgeworth wouldn’t reciprocate even though he wants to.” Athena shook her head in disbelief, “Who does that Apollo?”

“Well, Mr. Edgeworth, apparently.”

“No.” Athena shook her head, “No more of this, no more being subtle. I’m doing something about this now - enough of this teenage angst, god, they’re34 Apollo, and I am done with this shit. I’m calling in a favor.”

“Athena, wait, what?” Apollo asked, instantly alarmed and quickly glancing down at her phone, “What’s your plan?”

“You heard Mr. Edgeworth” Athena seethed, “He said he wouldn’t mind Mr. Wright dating someone and falling in love tomorrow.”

“Athena, no. You’re not seriously going to get someone else involved.”

“Relax, not for real” Athena rolled her eyes, “I’m not that stupid or cruel. Just enough to remind Mr. Edgeworth that Mr. Wright is very single and very available and very much a catch and if he doesn’t do something, someone else might and despite that bullshit he spewed back at the conference room, he would die if he saw Mr. Wright with someone else.” 

“And how do you plan on accomplishing that without hurting someone very deeply?”

“Simple” Athena said, “Got a friend from law school. I’ll ask him to go on a dinner date with Mr. Wright, we make sure Mr. Edgeworth sees them and then we’ll see if he’s so comfortable with Mr. Wright falling in love with someone else. It’s pretend Apollo, I wouldn’t run the risk of someone actually catching feelings for Mr. Wright.” 

“You’re going to appeal to Mr. Edgeworth’s sense of jealousy to move this along.”

“You wanna talk to Mr. Wright?” Athena snorted as she texted, “I...was right thought, right?” she suddenly paused, looking up at Apollo, “Mr. Edgeworth was lying when he said he’d be fine with Mr. Wright moving on.” 

“Oh, absolutely, but that’s not the point Athena.” 

“Perfect.” Athena said, resuming her texting, “I’ll tell my friend what’s up, ask him to grab a dinner with Mr. Wright and we just make sure Mr. Edgeworth is there.”

“How do you propose we get Mr. Edgeworth there, Athena?” 

“That’s where your lover boy comes in” she grinned at Apollo, “We’ll ask Mr. Gavin to take Mr. Edgeworth out, dinner and work situation. You know Mr. Edgeworth, he’d never say no to a work dinner invite.”

“He’s not - ugh no, you just assume Klavier would go along with this?” Apollo asked, “Believe it or not Athena, most people aren’t too keen to get involved in their boss’ love life. There’s no way he’d agree to help.” 

---

“Oh I am absolutely in.” Klavier said, grinning widely at Athena and Apollo. 

“What.” 

Athena and Apollo had gone to Klavier’s office after their brief meeting in the lobby, deciding that it’d be the easiest way to get a hold of the prosecutor. He had been there and listened with great interest as Athena described her plan, agreeing to help immediately as soon as she had finished speaking. 

“Why not, Apollo?” Klavier shrugged, “I enjoy a bit of drama and especially between such legal titans - surely you don’t find this at least somewhat amusing? Makes them a bit more human, no? To see that Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth have such a basic problem as falling in love and failing to connect?” 

“I don’t!” 

“Well we do!” Athena grinned, slinging her arm around Klavier’s shoulders, “Knew I could count on you!” 

“So who’s the bait, anyways?” Klavier asked, grinning at Athena, “You got someone in mind?”

“Yea, a friend, met him in law school” Athena fished her phone out of her pocket, as she let go of Klavier and moved a few steps back, “He said he was in as long as we covered dinner” she paused, holding a picture of a young man who looked to be in his late twenties up to Klavier. He was handsome, Apollo had to admit, in a conventional sort of way - square jaw, dark eyes, short cropped dark hair, broad shoulders. There was nothing particularly striking about him but Apollo admitted he would have probably would have shot him an appreciative glance had they seen each other in public, “This is Mark.” Athena said, “He was in my law school study group and a few years ahead of me in school. He isn’t an attorney anymore - practiced for a bit then decided it wasn’t for him and went into lobbying instead. But he is conventionally attractive, charming, and he will do anything for a free meal. Plus I think Mr. Wright would genuinely have a good time with him, Mark’s cool.” 

“What pretense do we have to get them to go out for dinner?” Apollo asked. 

“Mark specializes in prison reform” Athena said, “Works for a nonprofit. We’ll tell Mr. Wright it’s for work - I mean in all seriousness, Mark said he’d love to talk to Mr. Wright about this so it’s a win/win for him. He gets to meet with Mr. Wright and gets a free meal out of it, I just ask that he lays it on a little thick, make it look a little flirty y’know?” 

“Make it look a little flirty?”

“Yea like. Body language, little touches?” Athena said, “Meanwhile, Mr. Gavin, you get Mr. Edgeworth to the same restaurant, make sure to get a table where you see them, they don’t see you kinda thing. Mr. Edgeworth sees Mr. Wright and Mark and is violently reminded that no, he is actually very much not okay with Mr. Wright traipsing off into the sunset with this random man and then he finally admits how he feels to Mr. Wright!” 

“Athena, there are so many ways for this to go horribly wrong.” Apollo said. 

“And we only need one way for this to go right! Love those odds, don’t you?” Athena beamed, “So you in Mr. Gavin?”

“Of course” Klavier grinned at Apollo, clearly relishing his discomfort, “I can ensure Mr. Edgeworth will be there.”

“And your job is to report Mr. Edgeworth’s reactions to us!” 

“Will do.”

“You’re just going along with this.” Apollo glowered at Klavier, “No resistance, no questions, you’re just sorta. Going for it.”

“See this is what a team player’s like, Apollo” Athena winked at Klavier, “Thanks for agreeing to help! I should probably head back to the office but me and Polly’ll text you details when we figure them out.” She shot Klavier one last smile as he nodded in goodbye and started towards the door, shoving her hands in her pockets. She suddenly stopped, frowning as she checked her pockets and patted herself down, clearly looking for something.

“Athena?” 

“Ah crap” Athena frowned, “My keys. I was so upset with Mr. Edgeworth that I think I left it in the conference room. I’m gonna go grab them real quick, you wait here Apollo?”

“Oh, yea. Sure.” 

Athena hurried out of Klavier’s office, leaving Apollo and Klavier alone. They were silent for about a minute  before Apollo shook his head, exhaling deeply as he side-eyed Klavier.

“So.” Apollo said, “Care to tell me why you’re doing this, Klavier?”

“What do you mean?” Klavier smiled, “It’s fun to see Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth being a little more human, deal with problems that are a little more relatable, no?”

“No, that’s not it.” Apollo said, softly, “Klavier, it’s something else. You were lying when you said that, just like you’re lying now. It’s not altruism or just curiosity that’s driving you.”

“Well what do you think it is then, Mr. Justice?” Klavier’s charming smile had not slipped an inch but his tone, while still light, had hardened slightly. It was guarded, trying to cover a vulnerability that Klavier did not want exposed. 

“You...you don’t still feel guilty about…”

Klavier said nothing, his expression never faltering as he exhaled, tilting his head back so Apollo couldn’t see his face, “Nothing gets by you, Apollo, hm?”

“You know that wasn’t your fault.”

“Logically? Of course, Apollo” Klavier said, “But you know that doesn’t change how I feel.”

“Is this some sort of bizarre atonement?”

“Perhaps” Klavier shrugged, lowering his head back down so he was looking Apollo full in the face, “Perhaps if I can ensure Mr. Wright gets his happily ever after I can make up for the seven years I took from him.”

“Klavier, no, you didn’t take anything from anyone.” Apollo protested, “It wasn’t your fault and god, it’s not like Mr. Wright lost those years, don’t you see? They were different, sure, but I know if he wouldn’t have changed anything if he had another chance.”

“I wonder. Seven years of such disgrace?”

“Seven years that got him Trucy. He loves that girl more than life itself.”

“Hm.” 

“Look he isn’t the type to hold a grudge.” Apollo said, “I...I think this is ridiculous but if you wanna get involved, please do it because you want to. Not because you think you owe Mr. Wright anything.”

“Well I’ve already committed to Athena regardless.”

“Once this plan fails.”

“You’re so certain it will.”

“A jealousy play?” Apollo snorted, “C’mon. We’ll probably try a few things and eventually Athena will give up.”

“You don’t think a jealousy play will work?” 

“Do you think it will?” 

“I don’t know” Klavier shrugged, “Maybe realizing that the person you’ve been interested in for so long might not actually be available as you once believed and seeing that window close - tell me, Apollo, would you act then?”

Apollo flushed, “This isn’t about me.”

“Of course not” Klavier smiled, turning the full force of his handsome gaze on Apollo, who promptly flushed even deeper, his mind racing, “I’m just curious as to what your inclinations are.” 

“I wouldn’t like it.” Apollo said, refusing to look at Klavier, “I’d just prefer if they were honest. I’d be able to tell if they were playing games after all.” Apollo said, letting his hand drop to his bracelet. 

Klavier said nothing eyeing the bracelet before laughing, “Of course” he said, nodding, “Honesty. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Chapter 4

Notes:

Ahh sorry this took a bit. I'm American and life here has been buckwild for the last few weeks so writing's been difficult. Also this chapter's heavier than the previous ones as a warning but hopefully the next ones will be lighter? I just have a lot of emotions about Edgeworth. Thanks for sticking with me on this!

Miles Edgeworth was going to die. 

That was fine, he supposed. His papers were in order, his will written and debts paid, and he had even planned his own funeral, expenses fully covered, naturally. It was to be a small affair with only close friends and family invited and he had already purchased the plot next to his parents. He was fairly confident that he could wrap up all his cases before dying, as it would be extremely unprofessional to leave his work unfinished and he had even planned to leave a detailed report on who would be best suited to replace him. 

He wasn’t particularly thrilled about dying but the fact of the matter was that he simply could not face Phoenix or anyone associated with the WAA for at least another five decades. Maybe longer. Probably longer. Since avoiding the WAA as a prosecutor in LA was all but impossible, dying was clearly the only other viable option. He had briefly considered fleeing the country again, but Phoenix had taken his vanishing act rather badly last time and he wasn’t exactly keen on a repeat performance. So dying it was then. 

Groaning, Edgeworth allowed himself to relax and slump forward, letting his face fall flat on his desk. He sat there for a few minutes before he turned his head, pressing the cool mahogany against his right cheek and feeling quite sorry for himself. He wasn’t sure what he had done to warrant the disastrous chain of events that had been plaguing him since the Stevens trial and as he sat there moping, he fervently wished that he had never taken the case. It went without saying that the conversation with Athena and Apollo had been a nightmare. Then there was the conversation with Phoenix. Also terrible. And then Phoenix had gone off and pressed him on his statements in trial, a discussion that was impossibly even more mortifying than all the previous ones combined. 

When Phoenix had emailed Edgeworth asking to review the Stevens transcript, Edgeworth had been worried. He knew from years of working with Phoenix that the man had an uncanny ability to find and fixate on whatever Edgeworth was trying to conceal, be it in the courtroom or outside of it. There was certainly a major part of this trial that Edgeworth wanted obliterated from the record and the thought of Phoenix of all people discovering it had been completely nerve-wracking. However, he couldn't just drop the case, so he agreed to meet with Phoenix, hoping against all hope that for once, Phoenix's ridiculous intuition would fail him. Of course, this meant that Phoenix had marched into his office, sat on his couch, handed him a copy of the transcript, and immediately delved into the exact part that Edgeworth had been desperately trying to avoid. It had been humiliating. Edgeworth had scrambled to maintain his composure, but good lord it only took a few short questions from Phoenix and he had instantly fallen apart. 

He had said too much. He had described in far, far too much detail what he loved about Phoenix, the words pouring out of him, a dam he had never managed to truly fortify, as he desperately tried to explain to Phoenix why he loved him in only a few short sentences (it hadn’t been enough - it would never be enough). And Phoenix had sat there, listening intently to Edgeworth and looking completely shocked at Edgeworth’s outburst. His dark eyes had widened, a beautiful flush dusting his cheekbones and Edgeworth had been seized with a sudden, aggressive desire to just clamber over his desk and absolutely kiss the man senseless. 

He hadn’t done that. Instead, he had controlled himself, regained his poise and frantically tried to shift conversation, asking about Phoenix’s own romantic preferences. It had been mostly to deflect, though Edgeworth knew a not-inconsiderable part of himself had been glad of the opportunity to press Phoenix on the issue. But god. Phoenix - watching him speak, seeing his face shift as his emotions poured through, his heart proudly on display for the world to see - he loved that about Phoenix. The man, famous in the poker world and courtroom for his brilliant bluffs was such an open book when relaxed, his expressions morphing with each thought, and when he had confirmed, yes, yes, he’d be so, so happy with someone else, Edgeworth’s composure had nearly shattered. 

Edgeworth loved Phoenix. He had always loved Phoenix. He might not have recognized the emotion until he was older (at an extremely inconvenient time, as all things that concerned Phoenix Wright usually were) but as they had grown closer over the years, it had become only more apparent and more difficult to keep his feelings in check. And that was fine. He had long accepted how he felt and while he recognized that he would be unable to control his emotions, he could control his actions. Loving Phoenix was one thing but acting on those emotions, telling Phoenix and implicitly asking him to reciprocate when Edgeworth could not fully do the same - that was an entirely different issue and one that Edgeworth was determined to exercise full agency over.

If he had any say in the matter, Phoenix would eventually find someone to equally return his overwhelming affections and Edgeworth would stay silent forever, taking his secret to the grave. And it seemed like Phoenix had found someone. It was wonderful. So that was that. He wouldn’t think about this, wouldn’t stew on this, he couldn’t, he had work to do and none of this was productive. Besides he was happy that Phoenix had found someone. He was happy that his best friend and rival, the man he held in the highest regard, the kindest and smartest person he had ever known, had finally met another man who could love him as an equal. It was what he deserved. 

Edgeworth had told Athena he was fine with Phoenix moving on and he had meant it. 

“Mr. Edgeworth?” 

Edgeworth started. He had been too lost in thought and hadn’t heard the door open. Klavier was standing in the doorway, holding the door and looking rather surprised to see Edgeworth with his head on his desk. Edgeworth jerked up instantly, quickly fixing his hair as he tried to appear unaffected by Klavier's sudden appearance. 

“Mr. Gavin,” Edgeworth said smoothly, unwilling to acknowledge the position he had been caught in, “Can I help you?”

“Oh. Yea.” Klavier responded, also apparently willing to pretend like nothing had happened, “I’ve been having some issues with the Henderson case and I was wondering if you would be available to discuss it at some point?” 

“Henderson?” Edgeworth asked, “Remind me which one that is again?”

“Lady hit her husband with her car?” Klavier said, “We’re charging her with first degree murder. I’m having some issues with evidence objections raised by her defense.”

“Right.” Edgeworth nodded, “Of course I would be happy to talk. When would work best for you?”

“I was actually thinking tonight?” Klavier asked, “I’m kinda busy but this needs to be done - would you be willing to grab dinner around 6 while we talk?”

“I should be free but let me double check my calendar.” Edgeworth replied, “Just tell me where to go - it would probably work best if we just drove over separately so we can leave the restaurant separately.”

“Perfect. I’ve got a place in mind, I’ll text you the address in a bit. Thanks, Mr. Edgeworth.” Klavier grinned cheekily, before stepping back and calling out as he let the door close behind him “And maybe take your little nap away from the desk next time, hm?” 

So apparently Klavier wasn’t quite so willing to pretend like nothing had happened. Edgeworth shot a pointless glare at the door before focusing his attention on his computer, pulling up the Henderson case file. It was a distraction, and one he was quite thankful for. Something to take his mind away from Phoenix and feelings and feelings about Phoenix and Phoenix’s feelings about other people and - 

Goddamnit. His focus was slipping again. Glaring at his computer screen, he steeled himself, opening the file and delving into the case

---

The restaurant Klavier had chosen was a rather hip-looking Korean place, with dark décor and dim lighting. A young man, looking to be roughly college-aged, showed them to their tables, an overly friendly customer service smile plastered professionally on his face as he chattered about the specials that evening. Klavier, for whatever reason, seemed rather peculiar about the tables, asking to be moved twice, but they eventually finally settled down, the waiter scurrying back to the kitchen to grab their drinks. 

“I’ve heard good things about this place.” Klavier smiled at Edgeworth, “Bit of a fusion style restaurant but those can be fun.” 

“As long as the food is good I’m not picky.” Edgeworth nodded, flipping the menu open, “We should do this more often. Work dinners are efficient and being in a more relaxed atmosphere isn’t so bad.”

“Get the prosecutor’s office to cover our meals and you know we’re game.” Klavier said, also picking up his menu. 

Edgeworth snorted, “Once I convince the legislature that printer ink and office supplies are an important expense for the prosecutor’s office I’ll get started on meal compensation next. I’m sure they’ll see what a worthwhile investment this would be.” 

“Call it a morale booster. Creating synergies. You’re a lawyer, I’m sure you could spin it in a way that would get them to see our plight.”

“Why don’t I leave that job to you?” Edgeworth smirked, “Surely you’ve garnered some goodwill with your celebrity persona among our lawmakers? They’re already upset with me for going over budget on the venue for the annual bar gala this year.” 

“They all hate me.” Klaier sighed dramatically, “Corrupting the youth with my devastatingly good looks and angelic singing voice. And I’m sure a little schmoozing will get everyone to forgive you for any budget mishaps, Mr. Edgeworth. The gala’s in celebration of LA’s finest legal minds, after all. Surely it’s a worthy expense.” 

“I didn't even pick the venue" Edgeworth rolled his eyes, "I don't care where the thing is held but they don't seem to understand that it is impossible to rent the MOCA on a shoestring budget. Did they listen to me though? Absolutely not. You know, it's not even my job to approve reservations and everything was above board and I still got flak for touching the project. The whole situation is categorically inane." 

“Oof.” Klavier laughed, “Is that why you were moping in your office earlier?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Edgeworth said haughtily, “My point is, Chief Prosecutor is far more administrative red tape and politics and far less prosecuting than I’d prefer.”

Klavier laughed, falling silent as he started flipping through his menu. The waiter soon returned with their waters, placing them down with the same aggressive smile and as Edgeworth looked up to thank him, he started, noticing a very familiar spiky headed seated on the other side of the room. It was Phoenix, which somewhat surprised Edgeworth. The restaurant was a rather upscale one and considering the perpetually threadbare state of Phoenix’s wallet, it wasn’t somewhere that Edgeworth would have expected to see him. Phoenix was seated nearly five tables away, his back facing Edgeworth, and while Edgeworth couldn’t see his face it was impossible to miss his distinct hair and bright blue blazer draped messily over his chair. He wasn’t alone though. There was a man seated across from him, someone Edgeworth didn’t recognize. The man was young and handsome, smiling widely at Phoenix and nodding enthusiastically, clearly engaged in whatever Phoenix was talking about. 

Well that made sense, Edgeworth mused, pretending to look over the menu as he stole furtive glances at Phoenix at his friend. Phoenix was intelligent and the man was dressed professionally, wearing a dark turtleneck under a tan sports coat. He was probably in the legal field, maybe discussing a case or some novel legal problem, in which case who wouldn’t be interested in Phoenix’s perspective? His knack to turn cases around and see them in new and often utterly bizarre ways was practically legendary among attorneys. 

He should probably greet the pair at some point, admitting he was curious about Phoenix’s dinner companion. Phoenix’s friend circle was small and Edgeworth had at some point or another been acquainted with most of it. Perhaps the man was a newer friend, someone he had met while on the job, or maybe another baby attorney Phoenix had taken under his wing. It could also be a client but Edgeworth couldn’t imagine Phoenix springing for somewhere quite this nice given his clientele or looking so relaxed while in a client meeting. Phoenix had not only removed his suit jacket but had also rolled his sleeves up, creating what was in Edgeworth’s opinion, a rather lovely look, both relaxed and professional at the same time. He was wearing his pale blue waistcoat - the one that Edgeworth had bought for him - and Edgeworth couldn’t help but stare at least a little, admiring how the cut of the waistcoat accentuated Phoenix’s figure. It had been an expensive purchase, yes, but seeing Phoenix, even from behind, with the waistcoat on and sleeves rolled up convinced Edgeworth that it had been well worth it. 

Then the man was leaning forward, dropping his hand against Phoenix’s bare forearm and Edgeworth froze, staring at the two. 

Phoenix hadn’t pulled away. He continued to talk, gesturing excitedly with his free hand, as he leaned closer to the other man. Edgeworth was aware that Klavier was talking but he found he couldn’t look away from the pair, his hands tightening as he grasped the dinner menu. 

“Someone nice, I guess? Um. Smart? Handsome? Good smile?”

“Doesn’t have to be a woman.”

“That has got to be the most convoluted way to ask ‘If they were interested, would you date them? Well of course. If...if that happened god, I’d be so, so happy.”

Well that was it then, wasn’t it? The man looked like he might have met all of Phoenix’s criteria. He was handsome, his smile broad and warm, and Edgeworth couldn’t help but notice how easily he laughed, reflecting probably what Edgeworth assumed to be a kind personality. He was clearly keeping Phoenix engaged, the two talking furiously back and forth, so Edgeworth only assumed the other man was able to match Phoenix’s mind as well. It would also explain why Phoenix was at a nicer restaurant but not wearing his full suit. This wasn’t a client meeting or some professional dinner. It was a date.  

Okay. That was fine. Edgeworth was fine with it. He was more than fine with it actually - he was thrilled, overjoyed for Phoenix. This was what he had wanted - for Phoenix to finally be with someone who could return his affections, who could devote the proper time and energy to him and if Phoenix was interested, well then who was Edgeworth to get in his way? He remembered the look on Phoenix's face when he described the man he was interested in and the naked happiness that had carried through Phoenix’s voice when he talked about the possibility of his affections being reciprocated. Judging by the way Phoenix’s date was going, it looked like Phoenix was getting what he wanted and Edgeworth couldn’t have been more pleased. 

This was fine. It was fine. 

“...and I don’t really think that their objection holds much weight but the judge seems to disagree with me here so I’m wondering if you had any thoughts on how to proceed, Mr. Edgeworth?”

Edgeworth started, suddenly aware that he had been completely ignoring Klavier for at least the last ten minutes, “I’m sorry, Mr. Gavin.” he apologized, “Would you remind me what case this is?”

“Henderson.”

“Ah yes. The burglary charge.”

“Mr. Edgeworth, no, we believe Ms. Henderson ran her husband over with a car.” Klavier responded, “It’s a first degree murder case, not burglary.” 

“Of course. Indeed.” Edgeworth quickly grabbed his water, taking a sip from it to buy himself time, “And your question was concerning the admissibility of...um.” Edgeworth desperately tried to remember the case he had read only hours before, “Statements. By...Ms. Henderson.”

“No, the deceased Mr. Henderson” Klavier corrected him again, “He made a statement to his daughter before he died.”

“Of course, I apologize for my confusion, Mr. Gavin. Today was unfortunately rather hectic and I must have gotten Henderson mixed up with another case,” Edgeworth nodded, forcing a smile, “Naturally the statement is admissible but the defense is arguing it is not.”

“The defense has raised a hearsay objection” Klavier responded. 

“And we have a hearsay exception.” Edgeworth said, completely forgetting which exception Klavier had flagged, “Um. He spoke those words after being hit by a car. So. He was under the stress of the event. And the statements were in relation to the event so we are arguing excited utterance, correct?"

“Mr. Edgeworth, the statements were made nearly half an hour after he had been run over by his wife. He spoke to his daughter during the ambulance ride to the hospital.” Klavier frowned, “With all due respect, I don’t think excited utterance extends to a full half an hour after the event - if my recollection is correct, the statement and event must be rather contemporaneous, no?” 

“Oh goodness, no you’re correct.” Edgeworth flushed, “I beg your pardon Mr. Gavin, I must have forgotten the facts of the case - um. With a timing difference like that, naturally, of course, excited utterance won’t be much help here. So. Let’s argue...present sense impression?” 

“I believe the case file indicated that the statement was “That damn bitch Miranda ran me over for the inheritance”, Mr. Edgeworth” Klavier said, his frown deepening, “Present sense impression wouldn't really work here, would it?" 

“I...I suppose not.” Edgeworth could feel his flush deepening as he desperately tried to remember the case file. How was he blundering basic hearsay exceptions this badly? “I...I suppose neither of those work then. Well, this is a bit of a conundrum, Mr. Gavin.”

“I mean I was thinking we could try dying declaration,” Klavier said, his voice soft, “You know. Seeing how he made the statements about his death as he was dying. And he’s dead. Seems kinda like that’s where we should go, don't you think?”  

“Oh. Naturally. Indeed.” Edgeworth nodded, trying to regain his composure, “O-of course. Yes. That seems agreeable.” 

“Are...are you alright, Mr. Edgeworth?” Klavier asked, clearly concerned, “You seem somewhat flustered.”

“No, no” Edgeworth quickly dismissed Klavier’s concerns, “I was just thinking about what to order. I’m quite partial to Korean cuisine and wanted to thoroughly enjoy this experience. So. Henderson. You have your hearsay exception - dying declaration. That’s quite a rare exception, probably why it slipped my mind. Nevertheless, I’m assuming the shadow of death requirement is giving you some pause?”

“Oh, yes.” Klavier nodded, seemingly relieved that Edgeworth managed to get himself under control, “The defense is obviously arguing that Mr. Henderson didn’t believe he was actually dying so we need to establish that, right? The daughter said that when she saw her mother hit her father…”

Klavier was talking, this was important, Edgeworth should be paying attention but he couldn’t. His eyes kept wandering to where Phoenix was sitting with this other man and he was struck at how right they looked together. The other man was handsome, Edgeworth has already noted, a square jaw and dark eyes that were crinkled into a smile and he looked comfortable in Phoenix’s space. They were still leaning towards each other, still talking earnestly, conversation flowing easily between them and Edgeworth suddenly felt horribly awkward, as if he were intruding on something he shouldn’t be watching. 

But he was unable to look away and he couldn’t focus on what Klavier was saying so he just sat there, trying to at least be subtle in the glances he shot at Phoenix’s companion. He just wanted to leave, to get away from what he was seeing but he couldn’t and now the man was pulling away, his hand finally, finally, leaving Phoenix’s forearm. Edgeworth couldn’t see Phoenix’s face but saw him lean closer to the man as he pulled away, almost as if he were chasing the hand as it was drawn away from him.

Did Phoenix chase the man like that when he kissed him? 

This was - he shouldn’t - he knew better but he couldn’t control his thoughts - Phoenix pressed against the wall by the man, his arms around his neck as he pulled the man closer, Phoenix’s voice low and rich, his dark eyes liquid, smiling against the mans’ mouth as he was kissed fully, letting the man pull his button down open, his hand splaying across Phoenix’s torso as it moved slowly down - 

“-worth? Mr. Edgeworth?”

Edgeworth started, abruptly pulled out of his fantasy to see both Klavier and the waiter now staring at him, clearly concerned.  

“A...are you ready to order, sir?” the waiter said, as Klavier quirked an eyebrow in question. 

“Oh goodness, yes.” Edgeworth flushed, “I...I’m terribly sorry, just got lost in thought. I...I’ll take the steak.” he said absentmindedly, not even bothering to glance down at his menu. 

“The...steak?” The waiter asked, clearly confused. 

“Yes.”

“What steak?” The waiter seemed nervous as he studied Edgeworth, fiddling with the notepad he held, “Do you mean like...the bulgogi?” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

“O-okay.” the waiter nodded, scribbling on his pad, “I’ll be back with your orders soon.” 

The waiter scurried away and Edgeworth quickly forced a smile at Klavier, “So. Henderson.” 

“Yes.” Klavier responded with a tight smile of his own. His body language was extremely tense, shoulders squared and hands clasped on the table but Edgeworth was far too distracted to notice. Klavier started talking again and Edgeworth was planning on listening, he really was, but he couldn’t stop staring at Phoenix’s back, following every movement between Phoenix and the other man intently. 

Really, he assured himself, it made sense that he was distracted. He was curious, for starters and wanted to ensure that whoever caught Phoenix’s eye was a worthy companion. Given Phoenix’s dating history, it was perfectly reasonable that Edgeworth wanted to look out for his best friend. Sure, the man looked friendly and handsome and the pair seemed to get along fine but Edgeworth had worked in the criminal justice field long enough to know just how deceiving looks could really be. Phoenix’s inclination to believe in total strangers had more than once landed him in serious trouble, so Edgeworth’s concerns were almost certainly justified. He wasn't being strange. He was keeping an eye on his friend, just making sure he was enjoying his date. That’s all this was. That’s why he was watching every movement that passed between the two, barely paying attention to his own food or Klavier, and internally wincing at every small touch. He wildly considered interrupting the pair at one point, maybe grilling the other man to get some background information but quickly talked himself out of that plan, unsure of if he would be able to remain as collected as he would have liked. Occasionally, he would look away from Phoenix, shooting a meaningless smile at Klavier or the waiter but spent the majority of the dinner absolutely fixated on the pair, finding it nearly impossible to look away or pay attention to whatever Klavier was talking about. 

Eventually, it appeared that Phoenix’s dinner was coming to an end. He stood, apparently getting to leave with the other man, the pair talking and laughing easily as they slipped their coats on and gathered their belongings. They started walking towards the entrance when a waitress, hurried and not fully paying attention to where she was going, rushed by them. She nearly ran headfirst into Phoenix but the other man reacted quickly, grabbing Phoenix and pulling him towards him and out of the waitress’ way. She stopped instantly, profusely apologizing to Phoenix who just smiled and laughed, shaking his head. Edgeworth, however, was barely paying attention to the interaction between Phoenix and the waitress. His eyes instead were focused on Phoenix’s lower back where the other man had let his hand rest after pulling Phoenix out of the way, as if he were steading him. 

It was nothing. It was discrete, innocuous, really the lightest touch and the man had done it so smoothly, letting his hand drape down as he smiled brightly at Phoenix. For his part, Phoenix seemed completely at-ease with the touch, returning the smile before the pair finally left, the man’s hand still lingering on the small of Phoenix’s back. 

They looked like a couple. 

They looked like a successful happy couple, out on a date, they looked like they belonged together, the man’s hand resting easily on Phoenix’s back, a small, familiar gesture, and Edgeworth flushed, shame and guilt and jealousy twisting into a deep knot, filling his chest with some unspeakable emotion. 

“I...think that’s enough for the night.” Klavier spoke softly, pulling Edgeworth out of his reverie. 

Startled, Edgeworth quickly smiled at Klavier, trying to ignore the knot in his chest, the weight pressing down on his lungs as if he had swallowed a boulder, “Do you feel more comfortable with Henderson then?” Edgeworth asked. 

“Sure.” Klavier said, the slightest frown furrowing his brow, “You want a take-out box for that, Mr. Edgeworth?” he asked, indicating to the completely untouched plate of food Edgeworth had ordered. 

“Oh. No, I...seem to have found myself without an appetite.” Edgeworth quickly lied, “Um. The check.”

“Already took care of it, my treat.” Klavier said, standing, “Let’s just get you home.”

“You didn’t have to Mr. Gavin, but I appreciate it.” Edgeworth followed suit, “Please let me cover our next work dinner though.”

“Sounds good.” Klavier nodded. He walked quickly, apparently in a hurry to get out of the restaurant and Edgeworth followed, slightly confused at Klavier’s sudden jumpy mood. They exited the restaurant, Klavier pulling his keys out as he studied Mr. Edgeworth, “You park around here?” he asked. 

“Actually I don’t think I will be going to my car quite yet.” Edgeworth responded. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I think I might stay out,” Edgeworth smiled at Klavier, “There’s a small bar I particularly enjoy when I need to contemplate certain matters and I think some time there would be wise. I’d like to consider the Henderson case in further detail. The excited utterance exception can be sometimes tricky and I’d like to think over it some more.” 

“Excited utterance?” Klavier looked confused, “No, Mr. Edgeworth, it wasn’t excited - god, no, you know what, that doesn’t matter. Um. Okay.” 

“Are you feeling alright, Mr. Gavin?”

“Never better!” Klavier grinned widely, “Funny that you should bring up going out though - I was actually planning on grabbing a drink myself. There’s a quiet place near here that’s extremely quiet and discrete. I’m a regular there - it’s only two blocks away too, so just a quick walk. Would you want to come with me?” 

“You seemed in a hurry to get home?” Edgeworth asked. 

“I was just excited to go to the bar.”

“Why did you pull out your keys if your plan was to walk to a nearby bar?”

“Habit” Klavier shrugged nonchalantly, “C’mon. It’s a nice, quiet place and I promise not to bother you too much.” 

“I think I’d prefer to think alone but I appreciate the invitation.” 

“Mr. Edgeworth, please” Klavier insisted, “Drinks are on me.” 

“Mr. Gavin, I think it might be best if I spent some time alone.”

“And I absolutely disagree with that!” Klavier’s smile seemed strained, “I do not think you need to be drinking alone right now. You don’t. So let’s go grab some drinks together and I’ll keep quiet and let you think or talk or whatever you need to do.”

“Why are you being so insistent?” Edgeworth asked. 

“Just want some company tonight.” Klavier’s smile did not budge an inch as he grabbed Edgeworth’s arm, “Let’s go then? You’ll love it, just follow me.”

Realizing Klavier wasn’t going to take no for an answer, Edgeworth followed him down the street, silent as Klavier filled the space between them with mindless chatter. They walked about two blocks before Klavier stopped in front of an older smoke shop. There was no sign to indicate that anything was there but Klavier seemed to know where to go, pushing the door open and making his way up a narrow and dark staircase. Edgeworth followed, aware that Klavier had stopped talking but finding himself quite unable to carry on the conversation, his mind still stewing over what Phoenix and the other man could be doing at this very second. 

They reached the top of the staircase and found themselves in a rather quiet but cozy looking bar. The lighting was low, and there were a handful of patrons milling about, none of who paid attention to Klavier or Edgeworth beyond a small nod. Most of the couches, plush and comfortable looking, were occupied and Klavier quickly made his way over to the bar, Edgeworth following closely behind him. 

A middle-aged woman was working the bar, short and stocky with her brown hair tied up into a messy bun. She smiled when she saw Klavier, clearly recognizing him, “Well, there’s a face I haven’t seen in some time” she said, “What’ve you been up to?” 

“Work, unfortunately,” Klavier responded, smiling in return, “This is my co-worker, Mr. Edgeworth. Mr. Edgeworth, this is Alex, the bartender and owner of this fine establishment.” 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Edgeworth.” Alex turned to Edgeworth, “It’s not a fancy place but it’s small and quiet and nobody will bother you here.”

“Oh. Thank you. The pleasure is mine.” Edgeworth nodded jerkily, taking a seat at the bar with Klavier. 

“Here, first drinks are on the house” Alex grinned, “Any friend of Klavier’s is a friend of mine and I’m always trying to get him to come by more often.”  

She winked easily at Klavier and grabbed a bottle of tequila, placing two shot glasses on the bar in front of Klavier and Edgeworth. Quickly, she poured the tequila, pulling the bottle up sharply and efficiently so that nothing spilled over the edge onto the dark wood of the bar that the shot glasses rested on. 

“Lemme grab you a lime real quick - “ the words were barely out of her mouth before Edgeworth had grabbed the shot glass, knocking it back as if the liquid in the glass were water. 

“Hm.” Alex looked surprised, a question evident in her tone, “No lime then?” 

“I guess not.” Klavier grinned, grabbing his own glass and quickly drinking it, wincing slightly at the burn, “Hm. Maybe I needed one.” 

“Keep them coming?” Alex asked, “One of those nights?” 

“Please.” Edgeworth nodded, ignoring the rather startled look Klavier shot him. 

“You drinking to celebrate or to forget, pretty boy?” Alex snorted. 

“Does it matter?”

“I suppose not” she shrugged, pouring him another drink, “Pace yourself though. I’ll cut you off if you get too rowdy.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem.” Edgeworth shrugged, taking the second drink, still refusing to acknowledge Klavier’s concerned expression. 

Edgeworth sat in silence, Alex switching from just shots to simple cocktails as Klavier chatted amicably with her. It was around the fourth drink that he lost track of exactly how much he had consumed and by the fifth drink he was well on his way to being completely inebriated, just as he had hoped. 

It was also around that point that he forgot the rest of the night. 

---

Klavier shifted uncomfortably, eyeing Edgeworth who was now fully slumped over the bar, mopily staring into the gin and tonic sitting in front of him and paying Klavier absolutely no heed. Alex had gone to tend to some other customers, leaving Klavier with a very unhappy-looking Edgeworth and he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the situation. This had not been part of the plan for the evening. Athena had been clear in explaining everything to Klavier and it had seemed simple enough. Take Edgeworth to dinner. Make sure Edgeworth saw Mr. Wright with Athena’s friend. Go home and be in bed by 10pm with the hope that jealousy would finally motivate Edgeworth to act. 

Initially, Klavier had been hopeful about the plan. Edgeworth had been absolutely gone all dinner, paying no attention to anything Klavier had said. Klavier had managed to not only get Edgeworth to agree to give Gumshoe a substantial raise but promote the detective to chief of police and trade offices with him. Edgeworth’s facial expression throughout the dinner had been terrifying as well, and Klavier had been forced to leave an extremely generous tip as compensation for the psychological damage Edgeworth had undoubtedly inflicted on their frightened waiter. It had been funny, really, seeing Edgeworth who was normally so sharp and composed completely distracted, blanking on extremely basic hearsay exceptions, his face pulled into a deep scowl as he glared at the table where Phoenix sat with Athena’s friend. 

But then Phoenix had left with Athena's friend and Edgeworth’s expression had shifted from terrifying into something Klavier could only describe as broken. Edgeworth hadn’t touched his dinner, which by then was cold, and seemed to almost come out of some sort of trance once the pair had disappeared, looking around at the restaurant and Klavier as if he wasn’t entirely certain why he was even there. Seeing Klavier, Edgeworth had instantly slapped a calm smile onto his face, asking again about the Henderson case even though they hadn’t been talking about Henderson for at least the last 45 minutes. 

It was at that moment that Klavier realized how completely and utterly gone Miles Edgeworth was for Phoenix Wright. 

When Apollo had first hauled him out of the WAA happy hour, screaming about their bosses being in love, Klavier had been intrigued but mostly brushed it off as Apollo’s excitable nature overanalyzing the situation. And really, it had been cute, seeing Apollo nearly lose his mind over some apparent romance between his boss and the chief prosecutor. Then Athena had asked him to help with her plan and he had agreed immediately. Why wouldn’t he? The situation was certainly amusing, seemed to rile Apollo up to no end, and, if it worked, well Klavier maybe could finally begin undoing the damage he had done to Phoenix’s life. 

He refused to examine his last motive too closely. 

Nothing about this whole situation was supposed to be serious though. It was some light romance, maybe the start of something between Phoenix and Edgeworth at Apollo’s expense, and Klavier had been excited to help Athena’s plan. But he had been wrong. He had been so wrong. This was no light romance, no small crush. Klavier knew Edgeworth to be a rather stoic man and seeing the abject loss on his face, the sudden horrible ache in his eyes, as Phoenix had left the restaurant was frankly heartbreaking. Athena and Apollo hadn’t been overreacting. It was really that bad. 

Eventually, Klavier and Edgeworth had also left the restaurant, Edgeworth’s meal completely untouched, and Klavier had been quite eager to get away from the entire situation. He would text Athena that she was right, that Edgeworth had seen Phoenix and her friend and that now, hopefully, Edgeworth would actually do something about his painfully obvious emotions. But then Edgeworth had said he wanted to get a drink. Klavier, unfortunately, wasn’t stupid enough to miss that this was Miles Edgeworth speak for “I’ve just had my heart absolutely decimated and I’m going to go get wine drunk out of my mind and possibly cause a public spectacle of myself” which Klavier couldn’t let happen because firstly, despite abuses directed at him by a certain Snackoo-wielding naysayer, Klavier was a good man who wouldn’t leave his boss in such a potentially embarrassing situation and secondly, if Edgeworth got fired, Klavier wasn’t sure if his new boss would let him call dibs on a case if Apollo was defending. 

So now they were at one of Klavier’s favorite bars, Edgeworth completely wasted and Klavier feeling a little more than just buzzed. 

“So.” Klavier said, unsure about what to talk about with a very drunk Miles Edgeworth, “What were you hoping to think about? Henderson?”

Edgeworth started, as if he had forgotten Klavier was there and blearily turned to look him fully in the face, his shoulders slumped and expression beyond distraught. Klavier winced. 

After staring at Klavier for a few seconds, Edgeworth finally muttered something indistinctly. Klavier frowned, leaning closer to Edgeworth to try to hear him better, “Sorry, Mr. Edgeworth, I didn’t quite catch that.” 

“How did you do it?” Edgeworth repeatedly himself, raising his voice slightly. He was clearly very drunk, his face flushed and posture slumped but he still spoke clearly, his words only slightly slurred as he stared up at Klavier, his eyes bright. 

“How did I do what?”

“Apollo” Edgeworth sniffed, “How’d you...do that?”  

“Ah” Klavier laughed, “Mr. Edgeworth, I have not done that. I am very much trying to do that but it...hasn’t quite taken.” 

“You two aren’t...?”

“No.” Klavier sighed, “We aren’t.”  

“I...I thought” Edgeworth’s frown deepened, “Why haven’t you done that?”

“What.” 

“Apollo, obviously Apollo? Who else would I be talking about?” Edgeworth pushed, “What’s your justification?”

“Why are you asking this?” 

“I asked you a question, Klavier, I expect an answer back, not another question.” Edgeworth shot back sardonically, the alcohol clearly not dulling his sharp tone. 

“I...I mean I guess don’t know how he feels?” Klavier spluttered, confused, “And I...I just wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable. I don’t want him to start avoiding me? Obviously.” Klavier swallowed heavily. What was going on? Why was Edgeworth fixating on this? Why was he talking to Edgeworth about this? Klavier had no idea what was happening, the alcohol apparently making him much more amenable to discussing his own failed love life with Edgeworth. 

It wasn’t like this would matter though. Edgeworth was clearly out of his mind and absolutely plastered - there was no way he would remember this conversation. 

Edgeworth was silent for a few minutes, clearly pondering what Klavier had just said before he seemed to make up his mind, shaking his head vehemently. “Klavier. Klavier.” Edgeworth was glaring at him again, “No. You’re being ridiculous. It is patently obvious the man harbors some deep affections towards you - you have to...you must go for it.”

“Mr. Edgeworth - I’m sorry but what?”

“Apollo.” Edgeworth was leaning into his space, grabbing him by his shoulders, “Klavier. You must. You must woo Apollo. You have to do it. I’ll do it. I’ll be your...lord, what is the word again. Wingman. Yes. That’s what I’ll do...I’ll assist you in romantic pursuits. That’s what we’ll do. We’ll formulate a plan of attack, some impeccable strategy and I will assist you in winning Apollo over.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You...you haven’t absolutely botched everything like I have.” Edgeworth said, his voice finally slurring slightly as he let go of Klavier and leaned back into his stool, “There’s still time for you...you can do it. You can still seduce that tiny man, good god Klavier don’t make the same mistake I did.”

“Mr. Edgeworth you are unbelievably drunk right now.”

“Probably.” Edgeworth shrugged, “But I’m right. You must do that man. You...oh” Edgeworth suddenly seemed to realize something and fumbled in his pocket, pulling his phone out. 

“What are you doing?” Klavier asked, eyeing the phone nervously as Edgeworth unlocked it and began flipping through his contacts. 

“I’m calling him.”

“Calling who?”

“Apollo.” 

“Oh no.” Klavier instantly grabbed the phone away from Edgeworth, pulling it easily out of his hands, “You are not. You are not doing that.” 

“No, no I’m your wingman.” Edgeworth protested, reaching towards his phone as Klavier effortlessly pushed him back, “I insist you return my phone. I...It is imperative that I call Apollo and inform him that he is being frankly ridiculous and you are a...a...a snack.” 

“I’m a what.”

“A snack!!!!” Edgeworth’s voice has risen, and he was partially standing, still wobbling as he pointed accusatorily at Klavier, “You are a snack and he is an imbecile if he doesn’t see that!!!” 

“Mr. Edgeworth, how do you even know that word?!”

“I have teenage daughters, Klavier, of course I know that word.” Edgeworth rolled his eyes and sat back down, “It’s quite fascinating what one can uncover with the powers of the modern search engine, you know.”

“Okay, point taken but you are not calling Apollo and telling him that, he would actually die.”

“Is it not our role as custodians of the law to seek and disperse the truth?” Edgeworth challenged, raising an eyebrow, “Yet here you are, attempting to suppress information that is vital for Apollo to understand. May I remind you, Klavier, that we as attorneys owe a duty of candor not only to the tribunal but to opposing counsel as well? Withholding information from opposing counsel certainly is in violation of that duty.”

“That’s for trial not our personal lives!?” Klavier exclaimed, “Don't go all ethics training on me here, there’s no ethical obligation to tell opposing counsel that you...you...ugh.” 

“I believe that as an attorney we ought to live by a strong code of ethics in all aspects of our lives, Klavier.” Edgeworth said haughtily, taking a sip from his drink as he examined Klavier coolly. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“I’m correct.” 

“You’re deflecting.”

Edgeworth flinched, Klavier’s comment clearly hitting the mark and he put his drink down, turning his glare from Klavier to the drink. They were silent for a few minutes before Klavier sighed, running his hand through his hair as he considered Edgeworth. 

“This isn’t about me or Apollo is it, Mr. Edgeworth?” Klavier finally prompted, his voice gentle. 

Edgeworth sighed, running his thumb over the lip of his glass, “No.” he admitted, shaking his head, his flush deepening, “No. I suppose it isn’t.”

“Then what…” Klavier paused, unsure of how to proceed or if asking Edgeworth such a personal question while he was so inebriated was even appropriate.

“It’s Wright.” Edgeworth interrupted before Klavier could finish his sentence, “Good lord, it’s always Wright isn’t it?” 

“Ah.” Klavier nodded, “That firm certainly has a way to get under our skin.”

“Birds of a feather.” 

“Yep.” 

“I...he’s just. He...he’s...” Edgeworth huffed, clearly frustrated with himself, “Why are words so difficult currently Klavier?”

“Words generally or words to express your thoughts on the subject of Mr. Wright?” Klavier asked, “Because earlier you seemed quite eloquent while discussing legal ethics.”

“That’s because legal ethics is easy.” Edgeworth grumbled, “This...Wright...it’s difficult. He’s difficult.” 

“He doesn’t seem difficult?” 

“He is.” Edgeworth protested, “Or maybe he isn’t and I am. Or maybe we both are.”

“Or maybe you’re overthinking things” Klavier suggested.

“Perhaps.” Edgeworth shrugged. 

Klavier frowned, trying to recall what Athena had told him earlier. She had explained to Klavier why Edgeworth was acting so obstinate but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what she had said. It was difficult thinking, the alcohol making his head feel light and fuzzy. Something about Edgeworth not thinking he could love Phoenix properly. Something about half-measures and hurting Phoenix. 

Well fuck. Klavier clearly couldn’t recall the conversation well enough and he was drunk and Edgeworth was drunk so what was there to lose?

“What happened between you and Mr. Wright anyways?” Klavier asked. Was this overstepping professional boundaries? Probably. He found he didn’t quite care. 

Edgeworth was silent for a moment, considering Klavier’s question before he shook his head, eyeing the drink in front of him, “I hurt him, Klavier.” Edgeworth finally said, “In our youth, I hurt him quite badly.” 

“What do you mean?” Klavier pressed, “You hurt him?” 

“I...I left.” Edgeworth spoke quickly now, his words forming a harsh staccato, some chaotic rhythm that poured from his mouth. It was a messy and ugly contrast to the polished arguments he presented in court, “I left because I had to. Because I had to learn how to atone for what I had done, because I had to learn what path to take, because I had to fix this goddamn mess I had created. I left. I left and when I returned he was furious. Justifiably so. But Klavier, good lord, even then, even after that stupid stunt I pulled, he forgave me and even moreso,” Edgeworth paused, shaking his head in disbelief, “He trusted me.” 

“He trusted you?” 

“Yes.” Edgeworth’s eyes were glassy and cheeks were flushed as he pressed on, “He trusted me. He stood there, on the opposite side of the court, stressed and nearly out of his mind with fear and grief and he saw me, Klavier, he saw all of me. Everything. He saw every flaw and every mistake, my arrogance, my pride, my arrant stupidity, the ugliest parts of me, every sin I had ever committed but more importantly, lord, he saw who I could be. He saw who I was trying desperately to become - a person I wasn’t even sure existed yet but he saw him. He saw that potential in me despite everything and he put his entire faith in that.”

“Mr. Edgeworth - I’m sorry but how is that a bad thing?”

“His trust is misplaced.” Edgeworth said, his face weary, “It is...appreciated. But it is a blind faith and I frankly have done nothing to earn it. I can make no promise to him that I will always be there for him or his daughter.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I have to fix...everything.” Edgeworth gritted out, “Klavier, I...made mistakes when I was younger. I can’t go back and change it - I wish I could but I can’t. And I’ve accepted that. My only path forward now is to fix the system so what I did can never be repeated.” 

“Mr. Edgeworth.” Klavier frowned, trying to process what the other man had just said, “I’m sorry but I’m really not following you. So you gotta fix things. That doesn’t mean you can’t be with Mr. Wright?” 

Edgeworth jerked up, clearly surprised. Ah shit right Klavier swore to himself. He wasn’t supposed to know about Edgeworth’s feelings. 

“How…” Edgeworth asked, glaring at Klavier. Or trying to. The alcohol might not have affected Edgeworth’s speech but it was clearly affecting his trademark glare, making it significantly less intimidating than usual. 

“You weren’t exactly subtle at the restaurant.” Klavier lied quickly, “I...noticed.” 

Edgeworth said nothing, turning to look back at his drink, “Good lord” he muttered, “Should I just broadcast this to the entire world?” 

“Okay but I’m right.” Klavier said, trying to get the conversation back on course, “Just because you have to fix things doesn’t mean you can’t have a relationship with Mr. Wright?” 

“Assuming he’s even interested, which in and of itself is doubtful, he will always come second Klavier, how do you not understand this?” Edgeworth snapped back, “I will never be able to prioritize Phoenix like he deserves. Furthermore, it seems he’s found someone who will put him first so.” Edgeworth was gripping the bar very tightly, his knuckles white, “I am happy for him.” 

“But you want to be with him?” 

“Yes, of course Klavier, yes.” Edgeworth’s voice had dipped low and Klavier had to lean in closer to hear him better, “You know him. You know what it’s like to see someone who just...cares and has dedicated his whole life to helping others purely because he wants to help.” 

“I...suppose I do.” Klavier said, swallowing thickly, his mind shifting, “Someone who works to ensure everyone has fair and equal representation, who devotes himself tirelessly to uncovering the truth, no matter what.”

“Who’s just so creative and clever and can just see things in ways you never even could have imagined.”

“Whose passion is blinding and brilliant and just...makes you want to be a better person too.” 

“Who’s just strikingly handsome…”

“...if not a little small.” 

“Whose smile is just infectious and lights up the whole room…”

“...with a voice that carries just like his smile.” 

“And I just.” Edgeworth sighed, “Of course...I want to tell him these things.”

“I understand. God, I understand. I just.” Klavier sighed, running his hand through his hair as he inspected his own drink, “I get it, Mr. Edgeworth. I really do. I want the same with Apollo...you know I do. I want to be honest and just...just hold him. And I don’t know, just kiss him and let him know how I feel?” Klavier sighed, shaking his head sadly as he sipped at his drink. 

“God and just fuck him” 

Klavier nearly choked on his drink. 

“We’re both adults, Klavier.” Edgeworth said, barely glancing over as Klavier coughed weakly, “Don’t be so crass.”

“You just told me you wanted to fuck Mr. Wright," Klavier managed to gasp out, "Please don’t tell me not to be crass.” 

“Do you not feel the same way towards Apollo?” Edgeworth asked. 

“I - “ Klavier could feel his already red face flushing deeper. 

“Didn’t expect a rockstar to get so tongue-tied about sex.” Edgeworth smirked and Klavier shot him a halfhearted glare. 

“Or do you just have a proclivity to get tongue-tied when Apollo is involved?” Edgeworth continued. Klavier said nothing and Edgeworth’s smirk broadened, “I suppose words are difficult, after all, hm Klavier?” 

“You somehow manage to be a jerk even when drunk off your ass.” 

“I’m told it’s a skill of mine.” 

They finished their drinks in silence, some unspoken understanding passing between them as they stood. Klavier quickly slid his card over to Alex who grabbed it with a smile and rang him up. 

“I’ll call a cab” Edgeworth said as Klavier paid, reaching towards his pocket, “Neither of us are in any condition to drive.” 

“Probably for the best. Oh.” Klavier reached into his own pocket and pulled out Edgeworth’s phone, “Here. Don’t call Apollo still but I suppose you can have this back.” 

“I’ll have you know I would make a wonderful wingman.” Edgeworth grumbled, taking the phone back and flipping open the ridesharing app.

“What was your plan beyond calling Apollo and yelling at him that I was a snack?” 

“Didn’t have one.” Edgeworth admitted, “What do you think he would’ve wanted?” 

“Honesty.” Klavier said, shrugging, “That or a cabin in the woods.”

Edgeworth laughed softly, “Good to know.” he said, shaking his head as the two of them stepped into the night. 

---

“Athena, can you please stop fidgeting.” 

Athena jumped up slightly, staring guiltily at Apollo, who had called her out, “I wasn’t fidgeting.” she muttered sulkily. 

“You’ve done nothing but check your phone every five minutes since we started this movie.” Apollo pointed out, grabbing the remote and pausing the film, “I told you Klavier will text us when he texts us.” 

The three of them were still in the office, some random movie playing on the projector they had set up. Since Phoenix was getting dinner with Mark that evening, Trucy had asked him if she could stay at the office and have a movie night with Apollo and Athena. It was a front, of course, for them to track the progression of the not-actually-date-night-date-night between Phoenix and Mark, but the group had decided to also put on a movie to pass time and order some pizza for dinner, which they had already eaten.  

“It seems like it was going well though, Athena!” Trucy grinned, from where she was seated on the couch next to Apollo, “Didn’t Klavier say Uncle Miles was completely distracted?” 

“He did, so he definitely noticed at least.” Athena nodded, “But Mark also said I owed him more than just that dinner which is less good.” 

“What?” Apollo asked, “Why? Thought he was getting a good deal out of it.” 

“Well, yea” Athena glanced at her phone, “But apparently he was convinced that Mr. Edgeworth was gonna murder him? Said he was glaring at him non-stop, the whole night. Like every time he glanced over it was a full-on Trademark Edgeworth Glare and you know how terrifying that is.” 

“Ooof.” Apollo shook his head, “You didn’t warn the poor man?”

“I did!” Athena protested, “I guess he didn’t think it was gonna be that bad? Or he wasn’t expecting to deal with Mr. Edgeworth’s glare for a full hour while trying to discuss prison reform and acting like he was on a date with Mr. Wright.”  

“How’d Mr. Wright take it anyways?” Apollo asked, “If your friend was being so obvious that Mr. Edgeworth noticed from across the room, Mr. Wright surely must have picked up on something.”

“You would think!” Athena shrugged, “Mark said he was was sorta worried about giving Mr. Wright the wrong idea but apparently it just all...went over his head.”

“That’s not shocking though.” Trucy sighed, “Daddy’s observant sometimes but then just...not other times. Like last PTA meeting? Stephanie’s mom was aggressively flirting with him. She even invited him over to show him out to make some cookies she brought for the bake sale, it was so obvious what she was trying to do.”

“Okay but did he learn how to make cookies?” Athena asked. 

“Oh yea.” Trucy nodded, “We all did. Poor Ms. Bowes. She just wanted some one-on-one time with Daddy but then he brought me and Auntie Maya along and it actually turned into a cookie making party. I mean it worked out pretty good - Ms. Bowes and Daddy are friends now and they have baking parties so I think they’re both happy but I don’t think she was expecting him to be that...dense. I mean, don’t get me wrong he’s nowhere near as bad as Uncle Miles but that’s an extremely low bar.”

“See at least Mark doesn’t have to worry about Mr. Wright.” Athena frowned, “Just Mr. Edgeworth. Thank god Mark’s not a criminal defense attorney anymore. Think of how terrifying it’d be to have to work with the chief prosecutor after this.” 

“Maybe we should’ve thought about this a bit more before settling on this ridiculous plan.” Apollo said, “But why would we ever listen to my ideas.”

“Oh hush you.” Athena rolled her eyes, “The only ideas you came up with involved endangering Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth and/or committing a crime.”

“Didn’t involve third parties though.”

“Look it’s fine.” Athena shot back, though her expression clearly showed she was trying to convince herself more than Apollo, “I’m just wondering where Mr. Gavin is. Mr. Wright’s been home for a while now, right Trucy?” 

“Yea, Daddy texted me that he was home a couple of hours ago.” Trucy nodded, “Said he was going to bed but he’d just leave the door unlocked so I could come in.”

“So Mr. Edgeworth and Mr. Gavin should’ve finished up their dinner up too.” Athena said, “But I haven’t heard from - oh.”

Athena’s phone suddenly lit up and Apollo could see from where he was sitting that it was an incoming call from Klavier. Excitedly Athena swiped up, holding the phone to her ear, “Hey Klavier!” she said cheerfully, “Was sorta getting worried!” 

Klavier said something, and Athena frowned, her expression turning confused very quickly. Glancing over at Apollo and Trucy, she lowered the phone and turned on the speakerphone just as Klavier finished talking. 

“Hey Klavier, sorry didn’t catch that last bit.” Athena said, “But what’s up? Why are you calling instead of texting, anyways?” 

“Oh, no it wasn’t anything important. And can’t text. It’s too hard.” Klavier spoke slowly, his words slightly slurred and Athena frowned, staring at the phone.

“Klavier are you drunk?” 

“Nope.” Klavier laughed “Ah, no I’m kidding I absolutely am. Just got home. Is Apollo there?” 

“Yea.” Athena responded, “I have you on speaker now. It’s me, Apollo, and Trucy.”

“Oh Trucy’s there?” Klavier asked, “Hm. Take me off speaker and give the phone to Apollo would you?” 

“What!” Trucy protested, “Wait, what are you hiding?” 

Athena shrugged, handing the phone to Apollo. He took it off speaker, lowering the volume and holding it up to his ear before standing to walk away from Trucy, who was now pouting on the couch. 

“Klavier?” Apollo asked, “What's up?” 

“You off speaker?”

“Yea.”

“Trucy can’t hear right?”

“Yea? Did something happen?” 

“Apollo, it's so bad. It’s so, so bad.” 

“I know Klavier. We told you it was bad?”

“You wanna know what Miles Edgeworth said to me tonight?”

“Probably not but are you gonna listen if I say no?”

“He kindly informed me that he wanted to fuck Mr. Wright.”

“Klavier.” Apollo hissed, flushing as he glanced back at Trucy who was staring at him, her arms crossed and expression petulant, “Why would you tell me that!?” 

“Tit for tat Apollo, you tell me they’re in love and I tell you just how bad this shit is. Did you think you’d ever here Miles Edgeworth say fuck? I didn’t? And he did. And I heard it. Tonight. In regards to one Phoenix Wright. And now you get to hear it too. Well hear about it, seeing how you weren’t actually there. I mean. God, you know what I mean.” 

“I hate you.” 

“Love you too, babe.” Klavier laughed, “And speaking of loving you, if you get a phone call from Mr. Edgeworth any time tonight please just ignore it. For my sake. Well, really more for your sake, if I’m being honest.”

“Loving - what? Why would Mr. Edgeworth call me?” Apollo frowned, “And what does that have to do with love? Or me?” 

“Hm, when you say it out loud, it sounds weird, doesn’t it?” Klavier said, “Hopefully he won’t. It’s just while we were out he said - wait, no.” Klavier stopped, pausing for a moment before speaking again, “You know what, never mind just need to stop talking to you while my head’s all fucked up and I’m drunk as shit. I’m gonna say something stupid soon.”

“Bit too late for that, Klavier.” 

“Oh you have no idea, Apollo.” Klavier sighed, “Okay. No. Stop. Shut up me. Look, put me back on speaker, let’s get Athena and Trucy in here before I completely ruin everything.”  

Still confused, Apollo pulled the phone away from his ear, turning the speaker back on and making his way back to Athena and Trucy. 

“Klavier!” Athena spoke first, “What’s going on? Why are you drunk? Why are you so late? What happened?” 

“Oof, so many questions.” Klavier said, “What’s going on? I don’t know. I’m drunk because Mr. Edgeworth insisted on getting drinks after dinner, which is also why I’m so late. Athena, holy shit I’ve never seen Mr. Edgeworth so miserable.” 

“He saw Mr. Wright and Mark then?”

“Saw them?” Klavier laughed, a short bark devoid of any humor, “He was completely distracted all dinner. I got him to agree to make Gumshoe the new police chief. He forgot that the dying declaration exception existed. You could've told him anything and he would have signed off on it."

"He agreed to make Gumshoe the police chief and forgot dying declaration?" Apollo asked, "How? He's used that exception like a million times - god, we have murder victims allegedly writing names in blood like every other case here." 

"I know. It was awful Apollo." Kavier sighed, "And so sorry about your friend Athena. Edgeworth spent the whole evening staring absolute murder at him, the poor boy. Except when they left. Then Edgeworth just looked...shattered? Heartbroken? Completely and utterly devastated like someone had just ripped out his heart, crushed it to the ground and set it ablaze?"

“O...okay.” Athena frowned, “That’s not great but if he’s that’s emotional, that’s good, right? We need him to push past his weird...whatever he has going on.”

“Athena, I don’t know if he’s going to.” Klavier admitted. “We...talked at the bar. He’s head over heels for Mr. Wright, sure, but even then his only reaction was pretending to be happy that Mr. Wright found someone.” 

“He didn’t like shit-talk Mark?” Athena asked, “Or talk about winning Mr. Wright back? Like I wasn’t expecting wild romantic gestures but...god. Nothing? Even after how miserable he was?”

“Just a whole lot of “I can’t give Phoenix what he deserves” and moping.” 

“Are you serious?”

“Unfortunately.” Klavier responded, “Look I’m going to bed now - I guess all we can do is wait and see how this plays out.” 

“Ugh. Yea.” Athena looked worried, “Thanks for the update, Mr. Gavin. Get some water in you before you sleep. And put a glass by your bed for the morning.”

“Yes, yes, of course” Klavier said, “Night. Let me know if Mr. Wright has any developments on your end - I’ll keep an eye on Mr. Edgeworth.”

“Yea. Thanks. Night.” 

Klavier hung up and Athena stared at her phone, the frown still etched on her face, “Goddamnit.” she finally swore, slipping the phone into her pocket. 

“Well.” Apollo said, “Seems like we succeeded in making Mr. Edgeworth upset at least.”

“That’s not what I wanted.”

“So...Uncle Miles is miserable and Daddy’s just oblivious.” Trucy rolled her eyes. “Typical.”

“That’s just because he’s drunk” Athena shook her head but Apollo could hear the doubt in her voice, “Mr. Edgeworth will sober up and then take a good hard look in the mirror and it’ll come up at their next coffee or something. We don’t know that this plan’s failed yet, it...it just needs more time.”

“For all our sakes I hope you’re right, Athena.” Apollo sighed, “I cannot handle another conversation where Klavier tells me - “ he stopped talking, flushing as he cast a glance to Trucy, “Your dads are ridiculous, you know.”

“Try living with this shit, Polly.” Trucy huffed. “Honestly if this plan doesn’t work Athena, we’re going with Polly’s. I’ll do it. It’s what Uncle Miles would have wanted.”

“You think Mr. Edgeworth, the chief prosecutor for our district, would want you to break the law to hook him and your dad up.” Athena repeated. 

“Uncle Miles always says that the law is a fallible invention - its limits are inevitably constrained due to the imperfections of man.” Trucy said, her tone abruptly changing to an almost perfect mimicry of Edgeworth’s own, “Ergo, it is incontrovertible that in some circumstances there must exist a discernible demarcation between what is right and what is legal, no?”

“Goddamnit you really are his daughter.” Apollo grumbled, unsure whether to be annoyed or impressed at Trucy's alarmingly accurate Edgeworth impression. 

“Exactly!” Trucy winked, instantly dropping the act, “I mean all that goes to say is that Uncle Miles will be perfectly fine with a little kidnapping and coercion if our intentions are pure! Besides if we get in trouble, I'm sure Daddy could bail us out. We got some of the smartest legal minds on our side, Polly. I'm sure we'll figure something out.”

---

It was late when Edgeworth finally returned home. He hadn't come home drunk in quite some time and he struggled slightly with the door, finally unlocking it and shoving it open after a few tries. Pess, large, white, and fluffy, had instantly launched herself at him as he entered, jumping excitedly on him as he fruitless tried to ward her back. Laughing and petting her affectionately, he turned and waved at Klavier, who had insisted on waiting in the car until Edgeworth had managed to get into his house. The car flashed its lights at him and Edgeworth watched it drive away before stepping fully into the foyer, shutting and locking the door behind  him. 

After giving Pess a few more ear scratches, Edgeworth managed to toe his shoes off, stumbling towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before making his way towards the bedroom. He stripped off his suit along the way, scattering clothes over floor and furniture, fully aware that he would regret wrinkling everything in the morning but unable to really care in the moment. 

He eventually made it to the bedroom, almost completely undressed at this point and slumped onto the mattress, face first. After a few minutes, he finally turned over and sat up halfway, uncapping the bottle of water and taking a long drink. He then recapped the bottle, looking around the room and spotted his phone, lying next to him on the mattress. Heaving himself fully up, he grabbed his phone, flopping back onto his bed after he had done so. Klavier said no calling Apollo, and Edgeworth fully intended to honor that request. However, that had been all that Klavier had restricted and Edgeworth, feeling both generous and rather smug at exploiting Klavier's imprecise language, quickly began messing with his phone. He finished his task a few minutes later and, feeling rather satisfied with himself, placed his phone in its charging dock on the nightstand before carelessly tossing the water bottle next to it, not even bothering to right it when it fell on its side. 

He felt warm and comfortable, content on the bed with Pess curled up on the floor next to him. He was vaguely aware that there were a number of things he should do before falling asleep, like changing into pajamas, washing his face, brushing his teeth, and making sure he wasn't dehydrated but the bed was cozy and he was drowsy and he soon was drifting off, letting sleep claim him.  

He’s in the detention center. 

It feels emptier than usual. Edgeworth walks briskly, his shoes clicking sharply on the linoleum floor, the fluorescent light casting everything in a strange sickly glow. There’s no guards, which is odd, and the silence is unsettling. Everything feels stifled, as if the world is wrapped in gauze, cotton muffling his ears and mouth. It’s uncomfortable and he quickens his pace, hurrying to his destination. 

He reaches the door to the interrogation room and shoves it open unceremoniously, not bothering to catch it as it clatters against the wall. It’s dimly lit inside, a broken fluorescent light flickering sadly, barely illuminating the mostly-empty room. There’s a cheap wooden table, two plain chairs sitting on opposite sides of the table, and an empty water cooler in the corner, but that’s it. One of the chairs is already occupied by a man Edgeworth instantly recognizes. 

He’s a young man, with dark hair and dark eyes and he regards Edgeworth silently, studying him as Edgeworth approaches the table and sits across from him. His face is ashy, gaunt and worn, and though Edgeworth knows he’s only 19 he looks older than Edgeworth, the fine lines on his face and exhaustion in his eyes aging him by decades. He smiles as Edgeworth examines his face, cracked lips pulled taunt across bleached white teeth. 

Edgeworth cannot return the smile. He sits stoically examining the man, unease settling deep in his chest as he stares at a man who has been dead for well over a decade. 

“A dream then?” Edgeworth finally asks. 

“I don’t know.” the man’s smile never wanes, “I’m dead, Mr. Edgeworth.” 

“I know.”

“You killed me.”

“I did.” 

“Do you regret it?”

“Would it change anything if I said yes?”

“Yes. No. Maybe. Who knows?” the man shrugs, “It wouldn’t bring me back.” 

“I know. “

“Are you hoping I’ll forgive you?” the man asks, “Is that why you’re dreaming about me? Some desperate chance at redemption?

“I don’t know.”

“Even if I did forgive you, you know it wouldn’t be me.” the man leans forward, his dark eyes boring into Edgeworth accusatorily, “It’d just be you. Some figment of yourself trying to make everything okay. Is that what you want? To convince yourself that me and every other innocent person you killed is something you can be forgiven for?”

“I…”

“Which one was I again?” the man continues, not giving Edgeworth a chance to speak, “Oh right. Rape and murder. Serious charges, Mr. Edgeworth. Good thing Gant found my handprint on the scene, hm? Good thing I cracked and confessed after a ten hour interrogation with no defense attorney present. You closed this case, didn’t you, and they hanged me for the crime.” 

“I’m sorry” Edgeworth looks down, clenching his hand into a fist, unable to look at the man seated across from him. 

“I didn’t sound like this when I was alive.” the man continues, ignoring Edgeworth’s response. 

“You didn’t.”

“I was barely coherent then, wasn’t I?” The man laughs, a soft sound, “Remember? They said my understanding was at a 5th grade level. I had no idea what was happening.”

“Yes.”

“But that’s what made my conviction so easy.” 

Edgeworth can’t say anything. He feels like he’s choking, he’s going to be sick, guilt making his stomach turn, and he continues to stare at the wooden grain on the cheap plywood table before him, cotton filling his throat, making his tongue heavy and useless. 

“And to think.” the man leans back, “How long would have you continued down this path, Mr. Edgeworth? If you had won Mia Fey’s trial?”

Suddenly it’s no longer a man sitting before him but Maya, smiling easily at him, “If I had been convicted?” she asks, her face kind and voice gentle, “If you had maintained your perfect record?” 

“I - god - Maya -”

“And how old was I?” Maya asks and she’s younger again, a teenager with bright eyes, and a round face that hasn’t quite matured yet, “Oh right. I was seventeen. I was seventeen and my sister had just been murdered and I found her body and you tried to convict me. Do you have any idea what that does to a person, Mr. Edgeworth? How badly that kind of trauma can fuck someone up? I was a child, Mr. Edgeworth. My sister - one of the only family I had left had just died. And you said I killed her. Did you even stop to think of the damage you were doing to me?” 

“Please - I’m sorry - “

“Hm but the trial didn’t quite end with me, did it?” Maya ignores him, frowning thoughtfully as she glances to the side, “I mean, I wasn’t the one on trial the last day, isn’t that right?” 

And now Maya is gone and Phoenix is sitting before him, his expression warm and honest, a small smile tugging his lips up as he stares happily at Edgeworth, “It was me, wasn’t it?” Phoenix asks, “And you were close, Miles. So close.” 

“Phoenix.” Edgeworth chokes out, horrified, “God - no, please - I didn’t know -”

“What is that saying?” Phoenix interrupts him, “The one you were so fond of? Oh yes - ignorance of the law is no excuse, isn’t that right? How many defendants said they didn’t know? How many of them did you let walk?” 

“I -” 

“To think.” Phoenix continues, “If I had been convicted. If you had succeeded. Miles, I’d be dead and my blood would have been on your hands. I was trying to help you. I was only trying to help you.” 

“Phoenix I know, I’m sorry - “ 

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to” Phoenix stands and leans over the table, towering over Edgeworth, “It’s not me. You know that. It’s every single innocent person you’ve hanged - god even the guilty ones Miles. Did they deserve to die? Who are you to make that decision? Are you even certain of their guilt? How can you be? The justice system makes mistakes, you know this." 

“I know, I know - I’m working to reform the system, the prosecutor’s office no longer pursues the death penalty, we’ve implemented checks on prosecutorial review, god, I’m trying - I’m sorry - ” he knows it’s a dream but Edgeworth keeps babbling to Phoenix, who is staring down at him, contempt obvious in his eyes as Edgeworth tries desperately to explain that he understood where he had gone wrong, had repented, he had, he was trying to fix things - 

“What good is your apology?” Phoenix cuts him off, sneering. The table has vanished and Phoenix is leaning over Edgeworth, his hands placed on both arms of the chair Edgeworth is sitting in, effectively trapping him, “It won’t bring them back, will it, Miles?” 

Edgeworth can feel Phoenix’s breath fan over his face. He’s shaking, Phoenix’s face is close to his own, so close, he’s leaned in, cupping Edgeworth’s face and Edgeworth can’t stand to look at him - he shuts his eyes as Phoenix presses a kiss to his lips. It’s soft and gentle, a wonderful contrast to the heavy atmosphere nearly choking Edgeworth and despite himself, he leans towards Phoenix. Phoenix seems to notice this and pulls back though Edgeworth can still feel his breath ghosting over his lips. 

“God. Even after all this.” Phoenix’s voice is low and amused, “You still want this. You know you can’t give me what I deserve and you still want this. Pathetic.” 

Phoenix’s warmth is suddenly gone and Edgeworth slowly cracks his eyes open, wondering what would happen next. Phoenix has taken a few steps back and is now standing a little more than an arm’s reach away from Edgeworth, smiling sadly. There’s a rope around his neck - a noose - and Edgeworth instantly lurches forward, jumping out of his chair and running at Phoenix. He can’t reach him. He’s running, desperately sprinting forward but he’s not getting any closer and the rope is tightening and there’s a noise, a swinging sound, a trap door giving way, the snap crack of rope tension suspending a marionette jerking on cut strings and he’s screaming, this can’t be, this didn’t happen, he lost, he lost - 

Edgeworth’s eyes snapped open, a wet tongue across his face pulling him from his nightmare and he jolted up, gasping in relief. Breathe. Focus. Where was he. In bed. There was Pess, who had crawled up next to him, looking at him and whining softly and desperately licking his face. He was fine, he was safe, Phoenix wasn’t - he wasn’t - 

He sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to dry heave as he remembered the nightmare. It wasn’t a new one. He had been having similar dreams since Phoenix had saved him, since Phoenix had shown him it wasn’t his father’s blood he had on his hands but the blood of countless innocents, lives he had cut short, stolen because of his arrogance and willful ignorance. Except they weren’t quite countless. He had counted them. He knew exactly how many he had convicted. He had committed their names and their faces to memory and they often visited him in his dreams, a constant reminder of the terrible consequences of his actions. 

His phone on his bedside table lit up, pinging a notification and Edgeworth stared at it as he tried to get himself under control. He slowly reached out, grabbing the phone and swiping up for the text message that had appeared on his screen, trying to use the phone and Pess’ warmth as distraction from the images in the dream still so fresh in his mind. It was a text from Phoenix, asking if he wanted to maybe get coffee next week to discuss some evidence issues. 

The dinner. The nightmare. Everything was just too much right now. He felt sick, unsure if the nausea was from the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed with Klavier earlier that night or the terrible dream. Either way, he was completely emotionally overwhelmed and he could not speak to Phoenix right now. He could not pretend to be calm and aloof, unattached and unaffected by what he had seen that evening and the only way he could maintain some control of their friendship was to put distance between them. It wouldn’t be long. He’d just avoid Phoenix until he managed to reign in his emotions again and then things could go back to how they had been.  

Making up his mind, he quickly typed out some nondescript excuse about a hearing and hit send. He was shaking, he realized, unable to hold the phone steady as he typed and Pess whined again, placing her large white head on his shoulder as she desperately tried to comfort him. He knew Phoenix would instantly pick up on his lie but found he couldn’t quite muster the energy to worry about that. 

He threw the phone back onto the bedside table, not even bothering to place it back onto the charger. It would have enough battery to last through the night. Drawing in a shuddering breath, he finally laid back down, curled into a ball, and cried himself to sleep.  

Chapter 5

Notes:

Ahhh I'm so sorry this took so long. Had to re-write this chapter three times b/c I just couldn't get it right and then got distracted by the new café art (AA fantasy AU next hell yea). This story's nearly done though - there's maybe one or two chapters and then it should be wrapped up. I'm sorry these chapters keep getting longer I honestly have no idea how that keeps happening. Thanks again for being so patient with me!!

He was hungover.

He was horribly, unequivocally, miserably hungover.

Edgeworth lurched out of bed, bolting to the toilet and barely making it in time to empty out the contents of his stomach into the bowl. His head pounded miserably and the alarm, still blaring on his bedside table, only made him feel impossibly worse. Unwilling to move, he sat there silently for a few minutes listening to the steady beeping from his bedroom before heaving himself up and stumbling back.

He checked his phone as he turned his alarm clock off – 4:30. That was good. At the very least, he hadn’t overslept. Placing his phone back on the bedside table, he silently scrubbed his face wondering what had possessed him to go drinking with Klavier Gavin of all people the night before.

Phoenix, his eyes warm as he laughed at some joke the other man said –

Right. That. Cursing himself silently, he returned to the bathroom to wash his mouth out and grab a bottle of acetaminophen before trudging to the kitchen, slipping his phone into his pants pocket as he went. He took a couple pills at the sink, washing them down with a glass of water before setting the kettle on, trying to get himself ready for the day. Trying being the operative word. He felt like shit; the nausea, slightly abated from vomiting earlier, was creeping back and his headache hadn’t subsided at all.

Pess had followed him into the kitchen and he gave her a quick pat before stepping around her to reach the kitchen table. He collapsed into one of the seats, sitting and stroking Pess for a few minutes before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, unlocking it as he did so. Might as well check his calendar for the day. He dismissed most of the notifications on his phone but one, a charge from his credit card caught his eye.  It was for a rather sizable amount from a company he didn’t recognize and he tapped on it, utterly confused as to where it had come from.  

After checking the company and confirming that he didn’t recognize the charge, Edgeworth let out a rather pitiable sigh, allowing himself to slump further into his seat as he stared at his phone. Of course he would have a fraudulent charge this morning. He was hungover, tired, and emotionally devastated; why not add some criminal activity into the mix? Shaking his head, he pulled his credit card app open, mindlessly flicking through the prompts to get to the company’s fraud number.

Did you ask anyone with access to this card about this charge?

He was the only one with access to the card.

Is this related to a subscription service?

It was the middle of the month, none of his subscriptions were charged in the middle of the month.

Is this charge related to a service you have used historically?

Of course not, what need would he have to drop over a grand on this kind of –

Edgeworth paused, staring horrified at his phone as snatches of the previous night’s conversation suddenly came flooding back.

“What was your plan beyond calling Apollo and yelling at him that I was a snack?” 

“Didn’t have one.” Edgeworth admitted, “What do you think he would’ve wanted?” 

“Honesty.” Klavier said, shrugging, “That or a cabin in the woods.”

Oh fuck.

Horrified, Edgeworth quickly opened his email, fully sitting up now as he frantically scanned his inbox. There it was; a confirmation and receipt of his order and an attached message that his purchase was non-refundable.

Oh fuck oh fuck.

Edgeworth placed his phone face down as the kettle started to whistle. Standing up, he made himself a cup of tea, focusing on the daily routine to calm himself. What was the biggest concern here? Probably anti-corruption laws. He didn't think he had violated any, as those usually prevented subordinates from giving gifts to superiors, not the other way around. Obviously he'd double-check once he got into the office but was fairly confident that no disclosure would be necessary.

The next problem was then how to convince Klavier and Apollo never to speak to him about this embarrassment. He sat back down, his cup of tea in his hand as he flipped his phone back over, glaring at it. Wouldn’t the best route be the most straightforward one? Placing his tea down, he quickly typed out an email to Klavier, hesitating only a second before sending it.

Hopefully that would work. Hopefully that would get the message across clearly to Klavier that Edgeworth was simply going to pretend like this had never happened and he expected Klavier to follow suit. Still mortified at his actions last night, he sat silently for a few minutes, drinking his tea and attempting to calm his nerves. Eventually he collected himself enough to pick up his phone again, opening his calendar as he tried to remember what exactly he had planned for the day. It didn't look too bad, he noted as he scanned his calendar. His morning was free, which he was thankful for, and his entire afternoon had been sectioned off for an ethics CLE. He wasn’t presenting at the CLE so he could probably just sit there, barely paying attention, while someone from the Bar Association reminded him not to steal from his clients or sleep with them or commit crimes of moral turpitude. It was a relatively relaxed day, one that he would be able to get through despite his hangover and he relaxed slightly, sipping his tea as he put his phone down. Today would be fine. It had started out rough but hopefully would be relatively crisis-free. 

---

Phoenix stretched comfortably, staring at his blank computer screen. It was quiet in the office that morning, the faint sound of construction down the road the only noise interrupting the silence that hung in the air. He was content, enjoying the early morning peace and mindlessly listening to the sharp rat-a-tat of the jackhammer against the pavement.

Apollo and Athena were running late, as they had both apparently overslept from movie night, and Phoenix found the unusual tranquility of the office calming. Today was going to be a good day. None of his cases were super on fire and the ethics CLE in the afternoon meant he could hopefully see Edgeworth and discuss the previous night’s dinner with him. 

When Athena had first asked Phoenix to grab dinner with Mark, one of her law school friends, he had been more than happy to do so. The work Mark did sounded interesting and besides, his organization would be paying for the meal. Never one to say no to free food, Phoenix had readily agreed and had been pleasantly surprised at how nice the evening had been. Mark was friendly and talkative, eager to discuss his work and easily answered most of Phoenix’s questions. It was good work, important work, and when Mark had mentioned wanting to reach out to the LA legal community at-large, naturally the first person Phoenix had thought to bring on board was Edgeworth. Edgeworth’s influence and dedication would be invaluable in a project like this so Phoenix had floated the idea by Mark, figuring that his organization would be delighted to have the support of the Chief Prosecutor himself.  

“I’m definitely interested in helping with this but it’s important that we not only focus on things from a defense side, don’t you think?” Phoenix had asked, “We probably want the support of insiders and state actors.”

“Exactly.” Mark had nodded excitedly, “We’ve been trying to get the support of the police and correction officers unions recently – it’s been slow going but I think our case is convincing and they’re willing to at least come to the table. I mean it makes sense, right? Our organization is focused on prison reform so we’re dealing heavily with prisoners. And sure, while it’s true that the guilt of these prisoners may have already been established, they’re still human and still have rights that must be protected.” 

“Of course. But how about the prosecutors?”

“We haven’t talked to them yet but I’m sure their support would be invaluable.” Mark had leaned further into Phoenix’s space, grinning broadly. Something Phoenix had noticed rather early into their dinner was how tactile Mark was. He tended to crowd Phoenix, dropping casual touches with a quick smile and Phoenix, not wanting to offend Mark and being a rather tactile person himself, had reciprocated easily, “I mean we tend to think that once guilt or innocence has been established the job of the attorney is done, but I’m sure as you already know Mr. Wright that’s just not the case.” 

“Yes, yes.” Phoenix nodded, emphatically, “I just bring up the prosecutor’s office because I think they could be an invaluable ally here. I can probably get you in touch with the Chief Prosecutor of our district, who would be very interested in your work. I’m good friends with him and this kind of reform is right up his alley - he’s quite invested in completely overhauling the justice system and has been working at it tirelessly since he took office. I’m sure he’d love to help, if he’s able to.” 

“O-oh.” Mark had suddenly stiffened, “Um. By chief prosecutor, do you mean Miles Edgeworth?”

“Have you met him?”

Mark’s eyes flickered over Phoenix’s shoulder and his smile tightened, “Um. No. Not officially anyways. Haven’t had the pleasure.” 

“I’d be happy to introduce you.” Phoenix reassured Mark, “He’s usually kinda busy but I’m sure he could make time for you. Most of the work he’s done has really been focused on police procedure and trial but you’re right about prison reform. Edgeworth’s long been a proponent of a prison system that focuses on reformation, not retribution or retaliation. He’d be thrilled to hear what you have to say.” 

“Is…is that right. How wonderful.” 

“I understand he has a bit of a reputation,” Phoenix spoke quickly, assuming that was the source of Mark’s clear discomfort, “I’m honestly kinda surprised you know it. Thought you’d be too young for that but I guess stories are still around. Either way, I can vouch that he’s really moved past all of that. He’s the best attorney, hell the best man I know and if you can get him to work with you, I promise you won’t find a greater or more brilliant ally. He’s strict, yes, but he’s not…mean and while he demands a certain quality of work, he’s never cruel about it. I know he might sound scary but once you get to know him he’s…well he’s still scary actually. But in a good way? "

I’m…I’m sorry is this meant to make me feel better?”

“Okay like he won’t hurt you or anything?”

“Oh he won’t?” Mark asked, his voice pitching strangely, “You sure about that. You can promise me that he has never and will never harm someone for crossing him.” 

“What?” Phoenix asked, slightly taken aback, “No, of course not. I mean he can be intimidating in court, but his priority is finding the truth. He’d never hurt someone, honestly I don’t think he’d ever really be personally upset with them – it’s all professional.”

“I…I see.” Mark nodded, the tense smile never leaving his face, “So if he glared at someone for exactly thirty-seven minutes straight it’s a professional thing. Not personal. It’s not a sign he’s going to potentially murder that person and use his connections to cover up their strange disappearance so their loved ones never even find their corpse. Not at all.”

“Um. I’m sorry is…is there a reason you’re worried about Edgeworth murdering people?”  

“Oh no, of course not!” Mark forced a laugh, his voice edging on hysterical, “He wouldn’t. Obviously! He wouldn't. This is a hypothetical, just hypothetically that if he were to do that, which you maintain he wouldn’t, it wouldn’t be a personal threat at all. Great. Wonderful. Thank you for the reassurance, Mr. Wright.”

“I guess no problem?” Phoenix said, completely lost by Mark’s strange behavior, “So do you want me to talk to Edgeworth?” 

“I…I’ll talk to my boss about it.” 

“How about I pass on your contact information to him?” Phoenix suggested, “Like I said, he’s pretty busy so it might be easier if he just reached out to you.” 

“For the love of god and everything sacred in this world please do not do that.”

“What?”

“I – I just mean I think I’d be more comfortable reaching out myself.” Mark clarified, “So you don’t have to pass on my contact information. Or my name.  Or my place of work or my number or really anything that would let him find me, please Mr. Wright.” 

“You seem kinda nervous about Edgeworth.” Phoenix said, concerned, “Really, I know he sounds scary but you shouldn’t be.” 

“I shouldn’t - okay um. Yea. Okay.” Mark had seemed like he was going to say something but stopped, correcting himself mid-sentence and nodding sharply as he did so, “You know what. How about I just ask my boss and get back to you. Getting the prosecutor’s office involved probably would affect our lobbying strategy so I’d really prefer to not just charge into this.” 

“Oh. Yea, that makes sense.”

“It does. It really does.” 

Their conversation after that had drifted back to Mark’s previous legal experience, Mark clearly unwilling to talk about his hesitation regarding Edgeworth and Phoenix had shrugged it off, chalking it up to Edgeworth’s intimidating reputation. While Phoenix had agreed not to pass Mark’s contact information onto Edgeworth, he still had been hoping to run the ideas by Edgeworth, curious as to what issues Edgeworth might spot from the prosecutor’s side. 

Phoenix had been deep in thought when a loud clatter from the front of the office abruptly startled him as someone shoved the front door open and hurried inside. Before Phoenix could get up or yell out a hello, Apollo and Athena stuck their heads into his office, Apollo clearly winded while Athena just grinned at him.

“Sorry we’re late – I just. Pizza and movies ran a little over.” Apollo gasped, as they walked into Phoenix’s office, nodding as Phoenix waved at them.

“Oh sure.” Phoenix shrugged, “I mean I’m not worried. You know it’s more of a come in whenever thing.”

“Told you Mr. Wright wouldn’t be upset.” Athena said.

“I didn’t think he’d be upset.” Apollo snapped back, catching his breath, “I was more annoyed at myself than anything for throwing my whole schedule off.”

“Your schedule’s bound to be off today. We’re losing the whole afternoon anyways.” Phoenix shrugged, “We have that ethics CLE remember?”

“Oh that’s today?” Athena asked, frowning, “Totally forgot about it.”

“Ugh crap it is.” Apollo muttered, clearly annoyed, “Yea today’s gonna be shot. My fault for messing up my sleep schedule I suppose.”

“When did you get to bed anyways?” Phoenix asked, “I was completely out by the time Trucy got home.”  

“Well past midnight” Apollo admitted, “We definitely ran later than I was hoping.”

“Oof.” Phoenix said, “Why’d you stay that late?”

“Oh.” Apollo shrugged, “Movie was good.” 

“What movie was it?”

“Um.” Apollo paused, looking helplessly at Athena for a second who shrugged in response, “Uh. T-Trolls.”

“Huh.”

“Yea. Just. Y’know. Riveting plot.”

“I see.”

“They were gonna eat the trolls, the...um. The bad guys.” Apollo continued as Athena openly stared at him, “And then they didn’t. But they were still okay? Like everyone was okay.”

“I’m glad to hear that?”

“I am too. I mean I’m glad I saw that. That they didn’t get eaten.” 

“Yea.” 

“And you know the bad guys still got to be happy so it was all good. Nice message.”

“Oh. Yea that’s good, I guess.” Phoenix laughed, “You have any impactful insight on Trolls, Athena?”

“I think Apollo needs to get some coffee in him.” Athena said, grinning at Apollo now.

“You know what, you are probably right.” Apollo ducked his head, blushing, “I…I think I’m gonna get to work now.”

“Good call.”

Apollo nodded, hurrying out of Phoenix’s office, clearly embarrassed.

“So how was Trolls?” Phoenix asked Athena, amused.

“You heard him, boss.” Athena shrugged, laughing, “They were gonna eat the trolls and then they didn’t. Happy endings all around.” 

---

Apollo frankly had no idea what possessed him to ramble on to Phoenix about Trolls that morning but ultimately decided to blame it on a combination of lack of sleep and caffeine. He had overslept, panicking when he first woke up and barely made it out of his apartment in time to catch a ride with Athena. He had intended to just yell a quick greeting at Phoenix when he came in but instead had completely blanked on a movie name when Phoenix asked. Obviously, none of them had been paying attention to the movie they had put on the night before, too agitated about Phoenix’s not-dinner-dinner-date so Apollo had just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Which apparently was Trolls.

Shaking his head at himself, Apollo plopped his bookbag by his desk, pulling out his laptop and setting it on the desk before putting a pot of coffee on the coffee maker. He then returned to his desk, flipping his laptop open, and logged in. The first thing Apollo did was check his email, deleting spam mails from the California Bar Association and other random legal advertisements. There were a few emails that were relevant to cases Apollo had and he skimmed the contents, jotting down a few notes on his legal pad as he prepared a to-do list for the day. One email, however, caught his eye. It looked particularly suspicious and Apollo clicked on it, slightly confused as to how the company emailing him had gotten his contact information. 

He read the email quickly, his eyes flicking over the words before sitting back, staring at the computer screen. He then closed his email, rebooted his computer, and sat there, watching his own reflection in the darkened screen as it reloaded. Finally, the log-in screen came up again. Apollo signed in. He re-opened his email, navigating to the inbox and clicking on the same email, reading the words slowly and carefully this time, making sure he hadn't misread anything. He hadn’t. His next step was to minimize his email, pulling up his search engine and typing a few terms in, his expression still stoic as he flicked through a few internet pages. Satisfied, he closed out of his search engine, reopened his email, and stared at the offending message before picking up his phone and dialing. 

Klavier picked up after a few rings, groaning pathetically, “Justice, as much as I love to hear your angelic voice first thing in the morning, can this wait? I am not doing well.”

“No, Klavier, it can’t wait.” Apollo snapped back, “Your hangover isn’t my problem. What is my problem is the email I got this morning confirming a week long getaway for two in like two weeks.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Check your email, Klavier. You’re cc’d on this.”

Apollo could hear Klavier grumbling as he messed with his computer, mostly silent for a few minutes. There were a few grunts and then silence before Klavier spoke again. 

“Oh my god.”

“Care to explain?”

“Edgeworth” Gavin groaned, “Fucking hell - Edgeworth.” 

“What do you mean Edgeworth?” 

“Last night he was very drunk and insisted that...um.” Klavier was silent for a moment, “Um. We. We...take a trip together. Kinda a work trip thing. He’s been into those lately. I told him not to talk to you, so I guess he just ran off and booked a trip instead, the asshole. Christ. Should’ve known better, of course a drunk Miles Edgeworth would be ridiculously pedantic about language.” 

“This is a work trip.” Apollo repeated. 

“Yea.”

“So why is the listing labeled “secluded luxury romantic getaway near Joshua Tree National Park’?” 

“Look, I didn’t book the thing, did I?” 

“What did you tell Mr. Edgeworth!?” Apollo exclaimed, “To give him the impression that we - we were - “

“Apollo in my defense I was extremely drunk last night. You think I remember half the things I said to him? You think he remembers anything we talked about!?”

“Okay but you know when I said stick them in a cabin in the woods you were all ‘Oh no, they’ll die’, so why am I getting stuck in a cabin in the woods?”

“Well, Joshua Tree is technically the desert, not the woods. And it’s a nice cabin. I mean, look at the pictures, there’s even a pool. It’s luxury! You wanted to sabotage Mr. Edgeworth’s car in the middle of winter.” 

“Klavier.” 

“Oof, non-refundable too.” Klavier continued, “Maybe we can give this back to Mr. Edgeworth and he can take the trip with Mr. Wright? Finally carry out your cabin plan if this jealousy thing doesn’t work.” 

“Okay but why is Mr. Edgeworth’s only explanation for this an attached note that says “SNACK” in all caps with five - no, six, exclamation marks behind it?” Apollo asked as he re-read the listing and the attached message.

“No idea.” Klavier said quickly. Too quickly. Apollo’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the screen. 

“Kavier, are you lying?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“This - this doesn't add up.” 

“He was drunk, what do you want me to say Apollo?” Klavier asked, “I - oh.” 

“What?”

“Um. Hold on.” Klavier was silent for a few moments, finally letting out a sigh, “Well. I was looking through my other emails and I also got an email from Mr. Edgeworth. He approved a leave request I never put in for that week and attached a message that simply says ‘Never speak to me of this,’ So. I guess that answers my question of if we can give this back to Mr. Edgeworth.”

“I - I can’t just up and take a week off?” Apollo spluttered, “What if I’m busy? What if I have a case?”

“Are you busy?”

“No but what if something comes up?”

“But as of now nothing is up, correct?”

“I - I suppose not.”

“Have you been to Joshua Tree?”

“No.” 

“So let’s go. I mean this rental has internet. You can still keep an eye on things back in LA, Apollo.” 

“I...I don’t know”

“Well I’m going. It’s a free trip and Mr. Edgeworth actually gave me a week off. Might do some good, clear my head and I’ve been wanting to take time off to think of a new song anyways. When’s the last time you took a vacation, Apollo? Like a real one, not a few days off to lie in your apartment?”

“Why do you assume that’s what I do on my days off?”

“Am I wrong?”

“I - I suppose it has been a while,” Apollo grumbled, ignoring Klavier’s question, “And...it is free. And it does have internet. And I’ve never been to Joshua Tree which is crazy, it’s only a few hours away. Ugh.” Apollo was silent for a few minutes, chewing on his bottom lip as he stared at his computer screen, “All...all right.” he finally sighed, “Fine. I’ll ask Mr. Wright if I can take the week off.” 

“Are you really so opposed to taking a trip with me?”

“I…” Apollo sighed, thankful that Klavier couldn't see the red coloring his face, “You know that’s not it, Klavier.” 

“What is it then?”

“I said I’m going, why does it matter?”

“I guess it doesn't.” Klavier said brightly, “This is perfect though. I was hoping you’d be willing to drive, don’t really want to take my bike out there, you know, plus if we did that you’d have to hold on the whole way…”

“We’ll get the details worked out later.” Apollo mumbled, “I still gotta ask Mr. Wright for the time off.”

“Wonderful!” Klavier seemed far more chipper than when Apollo had first called him, “Well this certainly has made my morning.” 

“Sounds like you needed something after last night.” 

“You don’t even know Apollo.” 

“Told you it was a terrible idea.” 

“So glad you’re such a sympathetic ear.” 

“You reap what you sow, Klavier.” Apollo smirked, “How’re you feeling anyways?”

“Honestly?” Klavier grumbled, “Like shit. I haven’t been this hungover in a while. I can’t imagine Mr. Edgeworth is faring any better. He’s in but I haven’t seen him yet, bet he’s a mess.” 

“Good.” Apollo said, “Maybe you’ll think twice about meddling in your boss’ love life next time, Klavier.” 

“Wonder if there is a love life after this.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“I...just don’t think Edgeworth’ is going to react like we’re hoping.” Klavier sighed, “That man has baggage.” 

“Hm.” 

“Hey I never said I didn’t I just said he did too.” Klavier shot back, “Anyways, I’ll let you know if I see him around. Probably gonna see him this afternoon but go bother your boss and get that week off, yea?”

“I guess. Yea. I’ll let you know what Mr. Wright says but I can’t see him caring. He’s always been fine with us taking time off.”

“Sounds good. Talk to you later.”

“Yea. Bye.” 

Apollo hung up, staring at his phone and then the computer screen before he really let the full weight of what he had just agreed to sink in. The listing was unambiguous - it was absolutely intended for couples and while the cabin looked nice it was clearly rather small and intimate, not leaving much room for alone space. 

Apollo could manage it. Definitely. Probably? He had been dealing with his ridiculous crush on Klavier for years at this point, what was another week. Alone. In a cabin. In the middle of the desert. 

Jesus Christ, there was one bed. 

Apollo flushed, thankful that he had talked about this issue with Klavier over the phone instead of in-person. Despite his best efforts, Apollo had never quite been able to nail the poker face as well as Phoenix had and while he was fairly certain that he had managed to keep his feelings hidden from Klavier, a small, paranoid part of him was terrified that Klavier knew. 

Not that it would matter. Apollo stared at the listing, frowning slightly. So what if Klavier knew Apollo had a crush on him? Hell, he probably expected it. The man was gorgeous and Apollo had seen the comments on his Instagram. People crushing on Klavier was probably as common for Klavier as breathing and Apollo would just be another admirer with unrequited feelings for Klavier. If Apollo couldn’t hide his feelings well enough, Klavier would probably ignore them or gently let him down. Klavier was that kind of man. He was nice, actually nice, and Apollo could never imagine him being cruel about something as messy as any one-sided feelings Apollo might have.  

Either way, he had already committed to going with Klavier. Apollo shook his head, standing and stretching before grabbing his coffee mug. He trudged out of his office, irrationally deciding to blame Athena and her whole harebrained scheme for getting him into this situation as he headed to the coffee machine, which had stopped bubbling loudly at that point. He poured himself a cup of coffee before heading to Phoenix’s office, rapping the door smartly before pushing it fully open. 

“Mr. Wright?” he asked. 

Phoenix looked up from his computer, smiling at Apollo, “Oh. Hey, Apollo what’s up?” 

“I...I was wondering if I could take a week off. In two weeks.”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t think we have anything coming up, right? Just email me the dates or I’ll forget.”

“Cool. Thanks.”

“You going somewhere?”

“Oh. Yea.” Apollo fidgeted nervously, “Taking a trip to Joshua Tree.”

“Nice!” Phoenix grinned, “We used to go out there all the time when I was a kid. Going by yourself?”

“No. Um. Klavier had a reservation and it’s free and so I thought I’d go with him.”

“Oh?” Phoenix asked, smirking slightly, “So taking a week trip out to Joshua Tree with Gavin.”

“Yes.”

“Just you two.”

“Mr. Wright.” 

“Fine, fine.” Phoenix chuckled, “Good for you though. Don’t waste this opportunity, hm?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Just break the news to Trucy gently, she’ll have a heart attack when she finds out you’re dating Gavin.” 

“I’m not dating - Mr. Wright it’s just a free trip! We’re going as friends!?”

“Going as friends, coming back as....” Phoenix winked at Apollo. 

“Mr. Wright.” 

“Hey I’m encouraging you!” Phoenix protested, “Supporting you.” 

“Is that what this is?”

“Absolutely. We’re putting that energy into the universe or something. I don’t know, Maya has gotten sorta into positive affirmations and whatnot so I’m trying to do that here.”

“Have you tried it on yourself?” Apollo asked, sarcasm evident in his tone, “See it can’t answer any long-time love questions you might have?”

“This old man’s dying alone, Apollo” Phoenix sighed dramatically, “My youth and beauty have already faded and I have a child. No man shall ever want me now and I will be forced to die a spinster.”

“I see.” Apollo said dryly, “Well be sure to tell Ms. Fey that her positive affirmations apparently weren’t able to save your failed love prospects.” 

“Tell her yourself.” Phoenix said, “You’ll be around early next month, right?”

“Oh yea. Is she coming in? I feel like you mentioned this earlier.” 

“I did.” Phoenix nodded, “I told her she can help with a case if we get anything while she’s around but she’s mostly here for the bar gala.” 

“Oh crap, that’s next month?” Apollo said, “So soon?” 

“Yea.” Phoenix sighed and rolled his eyes, “They rented the MOCA so I guess they were feeling fancy this year. Black tie, the whole works. Bet that was Edgeworth’s call, he always did have expensive tastes. Although I also bet he grumbled about it the entire time.” 

“Right.” Apollo said, “I should probably get an outfit squared away for that. Rent a tux or something.” 

“Probably.” Phoenix agreed, “I mean it’s obviously not going to be as good as our happy hour but we should go and get dressed up. Make actual connections and network and whatnot. Plus the food’s always good and Trucy can fit so many hors d'oeuvres into her purse - legit the tickets pay for themselves.” 

“That’s impressive.” 

“I know, I’m so proud of her” Phoenix grinned, “You’re okay taking her as your plus one, right?”

“Yea.” Apollo shrugged, “I mean the only other people I’d go with are already going by themselves so Trucy can come with me.” 

“Perfect, just wanted to confirm.” Phoenix said, “I’m taking Maya again and Trucy would probably kill me if she couldn’t go.” 

“And Athena’s taking Juniper?” 

“I think so?” Phoenix said, “We could all meet up beforehand and go over in a big group? I can see if Edgeworth or any of the prosecutors would like to join us.” 

“Is he bringing anyone?”

“Edgeworth?”

“Yea.” 

“Oh.” Phoenix suddenly grinned, “Did I forget to tell you? He’s bringing a very special guest.”

“Is it someone I know?”

“Personally? No. Do you know her work? Absolutely.” Phoenix’s grin broadened, “Congrats, Apollo. You’ll finally be able to make acquaintances with one of the world’s leading international criminal prosecutors and Edgeworth’s charming little sister.”

“Holy shit you don’t mean - “ 

“Ding ding ding.” Phoenix chuckled at Apollo’s starstruck expression, “Franziska Von Karma’s going to be putting in an appearance this year.” 

“Franziska Von Karma - oh my god.” Apollo’s eyes were practically sparking, “Did you hear about her case last year? The one with the aquifer between Zheng Fa and Khura’in?”

“Yea we talked about it.”

“It’s not resolved yet, obviously,” Apollo nodded vigorously, “But she was instrumental in getting the parties to submit to the jurisdiction of the ICJ? And now it’s actually moving forward on merits and it’s going to be huge -” 

Apollo was aware that he was rambling now but found he couldn’t quite stop, too eager to discuss the case with Phoenix. It was an interesting case and besides, it provided Apollo a welcome distraction from Klavier and the whole mess between Phoenix and Edgeworth. He could make tangible points here, there was precedent to fall back on and while it was often tangled and confusing, Apollo loved piecing together arguments, seeing multiple sides of a case and all the possible outcomes. Besides, there wasn’t anything Apollo could do with Phoenix and Edgeworth now. The ball was in Edgeworth’s court and all they could do was wait. Despite Klavier’s misgivings, Apollo didn’t doubt they’d hear some response from Edgeworth in the next few days and once they had that, Apollo would be happy to leave the scheming to Athena.

---

The morning passed uneventfully and a little after noon Phoenix, Athena, and Apollo piled into Athena’s car to head to the ethics CLE. It was going to be held in the auditorium of the prosecutor’s building with a short reception to follow but Phoenix had been hoping to maybe chat with Edgeworth before other attorneys got there and distracted him.

They arrived at the prosecutor’s office around a quarter to one, climbing out of Athena’s car before heading off towards the building at a brisk trot. After flashing their badges at security and signing in, they made their way towards the auditorium, which was already beginning to fill. Phoenix didn’t see Edgeworth’s signature burgundy when he entered the room and after looking around for a few minutes finally gave up, figuring he’d be able to speak to Edgeworth during the reception.

“Let’s grab some seats?” Phoenix asked Athena and Apollo, “Preferably near the back.”

“So you can doze off during the presentation?” Apollo asked.

“Look you think they’re gonna present anything new?” Phoenix shrugged, “I’ve never felt any desire to sleep with a client and we haven’t ever had to use our trust account. No sex, no stealing, we’re good. It’s not my fault that they chose to have this thing in the afternoon when I’m the most sleepy.”

“Why is there nothing in our trust account anyways?” Athena asked, frowning, “Maybe we need to expand the kinds of cases we take on. Like less murder cases? Do some civil work?”

“Or start charging people for the cases we do take.” Apollo said, “Instead of sticking with our ‘pay whatever you can I guess after we’ve already won the case for you’ standard. I mean aren’t retainers a thing? Why don’t we do that?”

“Alternatively, we find the elusive class versus class case.” Athena pointed out her eyes sparkling, “It’s hard to certify a class but we certify on both sides and have them duke it out – “

“Athena we’re criminal defense lawyers.” Phoenix said.

“I think we could figure it out.”

“Maybe we do need this training after all.” Phoenix muttered, shaking his head, “C’mon. Seats.”

Phoenix headed to the back of the room, Apollo and Athena trailing behind him. They sat next to an older attorney, making small talk with her before the presentation started. As Phoenix predicted, the training wasn’t anything new (though, to his amusement, there was an entire section dedicated to civility in litigation which involved the presenter tentatively suggesting that maybe physically assaulting opposing counsel during trial may not be in best practice while pointedly avoiding eye contact with Blackquill) and he spaced out for most of the presentation, only jotting down a few notes.

He hadn’t seen Edgeworth during the presentation but the auditorium was rather large and once it had ended, he hurried out of the room, trying to not appear too desperate as he glanced around the reception room at the sea of attorneys. Apollo and Athena had followed after him, neither saying anything and only catching up once he stopped to look around the reception. Luckily, Edgeworth’s attire was easy to spot and Phoenix saw him by one of the tables speaking with Klavier and Blackquill.

“Oh.” Phoenix perked up, smiling at Athena and Apollo, “Look there’s Edgeworth, Klavier, and Blackquill. Let’s go say hi real quick.”

“Oh – um.” Apollo seemed almost hesitant as Athena smiled back weakly, “Do…do you wanna do that now? They seem busy.”

“They’re literally just standing there.” Phoenix said, nonplussed, “C’mon, I need to talk to Edgeworth about something anyways.”

Turning away from Athena and Apollo, Phoenix strode to where Edgeworth stood with Klavier and Blackquill, calling out their names as he got closer. Edgeworth and Klavier flinched at Phoenix’s voice while Blackquill looked up, silently nodding at Phoenix, Apollo, and Athena.

“Wow you two look like shit.” Phoenix said cheerfully to Edgeworth and Klavier. It was true. They both looked miserable, their faces pale and drawn with deep circles under their eyes. Klavier tried smiling weakly but Edgeworth made no such effort, instead sporting a particularly impressive scowl. That was probably why nobody had approached him and Phoenix found himself grateful for his near-immunity to Edgeworth’s signature glower. 

“Wonderful to see you too, Wright.” Edgeworth growled back, “I’m simply feeling under the weather. I believe Mr. Gavin is in a similar situation.”

“Are you hungover?” Phoenix asked, delighted, “You are, aren't you? Yikes, Edgeworth going out on a Wednesday night? At your age? Did you and Gavin go too hard?”

“Did you merely come over here and drag your subordinates with you to heckle me?” Edgeworth asked, “If that is the case, I ask that you find some other hapless victim to harass.”

“Nah, nah.” Phoenix laughed, “I know you said you’re too busy to get coffee right now but wanna grab something maybe next week? I have something pretty exciting to share with you.”

“Oh?”

“Yea.” Phoenix said, “Got an interesting new project I wanna run by you. It’s for prison reform so I thought you might be interested.”

“Prison reform?” Phoenix noticed, with no small amount of satisfaction, how quickly Edgeworth took the bait, “Like what are we talking about? Access to health? Education?”

“Both, but largely reformation and educational programs.” Phoenix was beaming now, “I know it’s something you’ve been interested in for a while.”

“Oh, naturally.” Edgeworth nodded enthusiastically, his posture slowly relaxing as he spoke, “There’s a handful of organizations we’ve been working with on this but the real issue is funding and the legislature – of course, it’s always funding and the legislature. What does this new project bring to the table, Wright?”

“They’re lobbyists.” Phoenix explained, “Their policies aren’t new, not gonna lie it’s all pretty standard stuff. However, they do have an alternative pay program for prison employment projects and it seems like they’ve been able to make some headway in smaller, local prisons.” 

“That’s promising.” Edgeworth was clearly thinking now, his arms crossed as he brought his hand up to his chin, “Yes, I think this could be something the prosecutor’s office would be interested in. Do you have a point of contact?”

“Oh. Well sorta.” Phoenix said, “I have a friend in the organization - we got dinner last night and he caught me up on all this work. He’s asking his boss about contact stuff but I was thinking the three of us could grab a coffee together at some point to discuss?” 

“You two got dinner last night.” 

There was a sudden strain in Edgeworth’s tone, the relaxed tone of the conversation shifting abruptly as a strange tension fell over the group. Both Edgeworth and Klavier stiffened, Edgeworth’s scowl returning in full force as Klavier smiled nervously at Phoenix. Only Blackquill seemed unaffected, stroking Taka and mostly ignoring the conversation.  

“Y-Yea he took me to some bougie Korean place.” Phoenix said, thrown off by Edgeworth’s and Klavier’s reactions, “Way out of my price range but he paid for it, you know how it is. It was a good time too - I really like the guy and the work he does.”

“I-I see.” 

Edgeworth’s demeanor remained hard as he spoke, his back ramrod stiff and fists clenched at his sides, “I. Um.” Phoenix continued, trying to steer the conversation back into safe territory, “Mark, that’s his name, is cool? You’d like him.” 

“How would you know that?”

“He’s a likeable guy?” Phoenix said, thoroughly perplexed now, “Funny and really easy to talk to? And he cares about his work, he really does, you can just tell by the way he talks, it’s pretty great.”

“Wonderful. I’m happy to hear it.” 

“He’s nice too.” Phoenix nodded, trying to endear Mark to Edgeworth, “And smart?” 

“Nice and smart.” Edgeworth echoed, his frown deepening. 

“Yea, nice and smart.” Phoenix said, laughing uncomfortably, “Unlike a certain prosecutor who might be smart but is also completely terrifying.” he teased, hoping to draw a reaction from Edgeworth. 

It didn’t. Or at not least not the reaction Phoenix had been expecting. Edgeworth stared at him, the scowl he wore replaced with something Phoenix could not quite parse - eyes widened, mouth drawn into a thin line and eyebrows tilted up as though Phoenix had just something shockingly offensive. Behind Edgeworth, Klavier’s expression had morphed from nervous and uncomfortable to completely horrified. Phoenix had absolutely no idea what was going on with the two and was about to demand some sort of explanation before Edgeworth suddenly shifted, smiling widely at Phoenix. It was a strained, uncomfortable expression, his mouth forced up at the corners while his eyes remained cold and inscrutable “That’s wonderful to hear, Wright.” Edgeworth said, his voice sharp and perfunctory, as he clasped his hands behind his back, “I am very happy that you’ve found someone who seems to meet your criteria so well.”

“I…thanks?”

“Prison reform is essential work” Edgeworth nodded, his smile never slipping, “Naturally, I would be happy to speak with your friend. Please pass along my contact information to his organization and have them reach out to me at their convenience.”

“Oh - um. O...okay.” 

“Is that it, Mr. Edgeworth?”

Phoenix started, having completely forgotten about Athena and Apollo. They had been quiet the entire conversation but as he looked over at them he was surprised to see they looked completely miserable too. Apollo was resolutely staring at a spot on the wall, refusing to make eye contact with anyone while Athena had her arms crossed, Widget’s face mirroring the annoyed expression that had settled across her own.

“I don’t know what you mean, Ms. Cykes.” Edgeworth said sharply.

“Maybe you and Mr. Wright should grab dinner or something to talk about this prison reform stuff.” Athena suggested, “Can’t have Mark hogging all the fun, hm?”

“Oh actually, yea.” Phoenix nodded, turning his attention back to Edgeworth, “I was gonna ask if you were free to grab a coffee or dinner or something at some point.”

“I’m sorry but I believe I am going to be busy for the foreseeable future. I had a rather sudden increase in case load.” Edgeworth was stepping away, clearly eager to get away from Phoenix, “If you’ll excuse me. Wright, Ms. Cykes, Mr. Justice, it was wonderful to see you. Good day.”

With that Edgeworth abruptly turned and strode away, his stride quick as he dropped his hands to his sides, clenching his fists tightly. Klavier shot Phoenix an apologetic smile and Blackquill, still looking bored, nodded, before they followed Edgeworth.

“What is going on?” Phoenix turned as soon as Edgeworth was out of earshot. Athena’s irritated expression had slipped into something more worried while Apollo was still staring determinedly at the same spot on the wall, “Athena? Apollo? What was that?”

“What was what?” Athena asked.

“That whole - thing” Phoenix said, waving his hands around aimlessly, “Between you two and Edgeworth and Gavin? That whole conversation was so weird?” 

“What?”

“I’m not blind Athena, the tension was unreal. And Apollo still won’t make eye contact with me.”

“I just find the architecture of the prosecutor’s building very interesting.” Apollo muttered, finally looking at Phoenix.

“See.” Phoenix said.

“Apollo likes architecture, there's nothing wrong with that.” Athena said defensively.

“Athena, this is a public office. Half the ceiling tiles are missing and it hasn’t been updated since 1974.” Phoenix said, “Are you two seriously going to pretend like you’re not upset with Edgeworth and Gavin for some mysterious reason?”

“I…” Athena softened, “I’m not upset with Mr. Edgeworth, Mr. Wright. Neither is Apollo, I don’t think. I’m just frustrated.” 

“Okay. Why?”

“...he’s a frustrating man.” 

“But why.” 

“He...ugh.” 

“Does this tie back to that whole thing that you wouldn’t talk about?” Phoenix asked, crossing his arms “The whole Stevens trial and overstepping boundaries thing?”

Athena was silent for a moment, clearly thinking before she sighed, her shoulders slumping, “I guess.” She finally admitted, “Yea. It sorta does.” 

“And you still can’t talk about it?” 

“Mr. Wright, I’m sorry but it isn’t my place to say.” Athena shook her head, “I’m just...frustrated with how Mr. Edgeworth is handling some things. And frustrated with myself too. For doing...things I maybe shouldn't have. I don’t know. It’s just frustrating.”

“Athena, Apollo....I know I’m your boss and it might feel unprofessional but if you’re having some issue with Edgeworth you can talk to me?” Phoenix said softly, “I know you said you pushed his boundaries but I’m not sure what you did specifically and I can’t help you unless you say something. You can tell me and I can talk to Edgeworth and try to smooth things over…he’s a pretty forgiving person honestly and I’m not gonna get upset.” 

“It isn’t an issue like he didn’t...do anything.” Athena quickly reassured Phoenix, “It’s just a kinda shitty situation, just sometimes things are…” Athena trailed off helplessly as she shrugged at Phoenix. 

“Yea.” Phoenix nodded, trying to conceal his own frustration. He wasn’t even mildly satisfied with Athena’s excuses but it was obvious she wasn’t willing to go any further than that, “Alright. Okay. If you need to talk though.” 

“Thanks, Mr. Wright.” 

“Yea. Of course.” Phoenix smiled, shrugging, “Besides Edgeworth not being able to make coffee isn’t a huge deal. I’m sure he’ll be free next week and we’ll talk then.”

“You think?” Athena said, hopefully. 

“Yea.” Phoenix nodded, “He gets like this sometimes. All elusive and avoid-y but he usually comes around in a few days or a week tops. He just needs space. I’m sure things will be back to normal by next week.” 

---

Friday, May 29 20XX

Hey we doing dinner tonight?

Sorry. I won’t be able to, a meeting has run over. 

Haha that’s cool just make it up to me next week! 

Ok 

Phoenix frowned at the texts between him and Edgeworth. So maybe it would take a bit longer than a week. Oh well. He could be patient. 

Tuesday, June 2 20XX

You coming to trucy’s show this week? 

No. I have a brief I must finish. I apologize. 

Lame she’s been really looking forward to showing you the new set!  It' s cool tho she can show you at dinner. We on this week? 

Probably not. This brief will take time. 

That’s two weeks missed! You’re cooking next dinner as a make up. 

Fine. 

Fine. Just fine. No explanation, no follow up, no apology just "fine". Phoenix stared at the screen. Should he call Edgeworth out? No. Best not. It would just freak him out

Wednesday, June 10 20XX

Hey - got a question on fourth amendment violations. SCOTUS case just dropped and wow it is p wild so I wanted to pick your brain. So unfair the courts give ur side everything. You free to grab a coffee sometimes? 

I don’t think so. I need to catch up on some administrative paperwork. 

Ahhhhhh booooooo just quit being chief prosecutor you hate that job anyways! Then you only gotta worry about the fun stuff!

Lol you not gonna respond to that? 

Okay fine don’t quit. But dinner this week? 

Sorry. I have to finish this paperwork. 

Ugh fine. 

It wasn’t fine, not really and Phoenix resisted the urge to throw his phone across the room. 

Thursday, June 18, 20XX

Dinner this week? 

I’m sorry I have trial prep. 

You okay? 

Seen at 12:03

You know I can see that you’ve seen these

I’m fine. Just busy. 

You gonna be busy next week too? 

Seen at 12:10

Phoenix didn’t know what he had done wrong. 

He frowned at his phone impatiently tapping the screen as if it would provide answers to his problems. This had been going on for weeks, each vague non-response from Edgeworth only serving to heighten Phoenix’s concerns. This wasn’t like Edgeworth. Well it was but not like Edgeworth of the last few years. Edgeworth being busy wasn’t particularly new to Phoenix. They both had hectic schedules and it wasn’t uncommon for them to go weeks, months even, without having the chance to really sit down and catch up. But Edgeworth’s texts no longer read like this. 

Over the years, Phoenix had become rather adept at parsing Edgeworth’s guarded language. It wasn’t particularly difficult to figure out when Edgeworth was actually busy and when he was simply avoiding Phoenix - the excuses became more generic, usually devoid of any detail or follow up and Edgeworth’s responses were curt and short. The texts Phoenix had been receiving over the last few weeks were definitely the latter. They were vague, empty, and clearly spelled one message; stay away.  

“Nick?”

Phoenix started, looking up guiltily at Maya, who was sitting across from him, concern obvious in her face, “You okay?” 

Phoenix grinned sheepishly. It was Maya’s first night in town and they had gone to their favorite restaurant, Maya ordering her normal massive cheeseburger (“I can’t get this in Kurain, Nick!”) while Phoenix opted for a smaller chicken sandwich. They had finished eating for the most part and Maya had been picking at her fries, chattering about the latest developments in Kurain. Phoenix had been trying to pay attention, but was failing obviously, his mind and attention clearly drawn to his phone. 

“It’s just you’ve been mopey since you picked me up from the train station.” Maya continued, “And you keep looking at your phone. What’s going on?” 

“Ah.” Phoenix laughed, uncomfortably, “God. Maya. Yea like it’s just…”

“Spit it out, Nick.”

“It’s Edgeworth” Phoenix blurted out, “He’s. He’s not talking to me?”

“What?” Maya’s frown deepened, “Why is he not talking to you?”

“I don’t know.” Phoenix wailed plaintively, “He hasn’t been talking to be for geez...three? Four? Weeks?”

“Oh? That’s a while, isn’t it? What happened?”

“I have no idea?” Phoenix said, “I mean a few weeks ago I invited him to coffee, had some project I wanted to discuss and he turned me down, no biggie, no problem, right? It’d be fine but he’s been turning me down consistently for weeks and I don’t know why?”

“Maybe he’s busy?” Maya suggested. 

“No, he’s doing that thing - agh like y’know when he’s lying?”

“When his texts get super vague and he’s all “oh I’d love to come but I must attend to paperwork posthaste, terribly sorry good chap.” thing?” Maya asked, waving a fry around for emphasis. 

“Don’t know why you suddenly gave him a British accent there but yes. That.” Phoenix nodded, “Like...here, look.” Phoenix unlocked his phone, pulling up his texts with Edgeworth before sliding it across the table to Maya, who quickly popped the fry into her mouth before wiping her hands on her napkin and grabbing Phoenix’s phone. 

“He’s absolutely avoiding you.” Maya confirmed after a few minutes of silence as she scrolled through their messages, “What did you do Nick?! He’s furious?”

“I didn’t do anything!” 

“This just came out of the blue!?” Maya asked, incredulously as she continued scrolling, “Nick, Edgeworth doesn’t just randomly drop off like this.”

“Have you been talking with him?”

“Oh yea they announced a Steel Samurai remake so we were chatting about that like last week.” Maya handed Phoenix’s phone back to him, looking worried, “He seemed fine when I talked to him? Didn’t mention you at all.” 

“God so it is just me.” Phoenix groaned, placing his phone on the table, “And I’d just ask him but he’s avoiding me?” 

“You can’t catch him in court?”

“I...I haven’t tried.” Phoenix admitted, looking abashed, “I mean I thought I’d give him some space at first y’know? Edgeworth suddenly getting distant isn’t...well it’s not new per se but it’s not something he does as much anymore? Like in the last few years I can’t really think of him suddenly shutting me out again. And I don’t know why.” 

“When was the last time you saw him in-person?” Maya asked, “Like did you two talk about anything weird?”

“Probably at the ethics CLE a monthish back?” Phoenix said, “We barely talked there – maybe for like five minutes and just about a prison reform project.”

“He seemed fine there?”

“Oh no, not at all.” Phoenix shook his head, “Actually everyone seemed super stressed; Edgeworth and Athena and Apollo, hell even Gavin.”

“Did they tell you why they seemed freaked out?”

“Athena said she couldn’t say.” Phoenix scrunched his face up, “Said it tied back to that whole weird trial – remember the one where I was at your place and Apollo was being all weird about Edgeworth?”

“Yea and then said it was personal stuff when you asked?”

“Yea.” Phoenix nodded, “Athena said it was related to that and so it’s still all personal stuff and she can’t just tell me what’s going on…Apollo just sorta froze in place and stared at the wall so he was useless.”

“Interesting.” Maya frowned, “Before that everything was good though?”

“Yea?” Phoenix shrugged, “I mean – oh. I…hm.”

“Nick.”

“Okay so we, we being me and Edgeworth, had a…sorta weird conversation.”

“And what do you mean by sorta weird.”

“Oh. um.” Phoenix blushed, fidgeting, “Well.” 

“Nick.”

“Okay so I maybe sorta figured out he had a thing for someone.”

“You what.”

“I...I well.” Phoenix’s blush refused to die down and he scratched the back of his head, a nervous tic he still fell back on, “So they went forward with the prosecution of the actual culprit in that weird case. The Stevens one. And we had to take a deposition on it. I was reviewing the transcript with Edgeworth and...god Maya there was a part in the trial where they started talking about love so of course I...ugh. You know how I feel about him. So I just. I don’t know, sorta fixated on that and pressed him on it and he...he sorta admitted he was in love with someone?”

“Nick.” Maya looked horrified, “Sorry. Did he say who?”

“Oh. no.” Phoenix shook his head quickly, “No. He...I mean he described what he was looking for in a partner and the way he was talking, it was so obvious that he was in love with someone? So I asked him about it and he admitted it and… I don’t think I was weird about it?” 

“You don’t think you were weird about it.” 

“Like I don’t think I gave myself away,” Phoenix clarified, poking the leftover fries around his own plate as he talked, “Maya god it...I’m not gonna deny it, it hurt a lot. He...he absolutely lit up when he was talking about this person. He just. He just got so soft and open, he went on for a solid few minutes about what he loved and it was just...well. It was beautiful. And it hurt, y’know. Like it hurt to know that he was in love with someone else and seeing how in love he was a lot. But I have a good poker face, I know I do so I just kinda rolled with it.”

“I...I’m sorry.” Maya sounded strangled and Phoenix looked up, startled, “I’m sorry. Nick. I’m sorry. You got Edgeworth to describe the person he was in love with.” 

“Oh. Yea.” 

“And...that person.” Maya continued, “That person didn’t sound...oh, I don’t know, familiar.”

“No?” Phoenix frowned, “Wait. Maya, do we know this person?”

“Nick, you’re killing me.” Maya choked out, “You’re killing me. This is a hate crime. I don’t know what kind but it is a hate crime and it is being committed against me right now and I think I need to call the SPLC or FBI or something because just what the fuck.” 

“Maya what are you talking about?” Phoenix asked, thoroughly perplexed. 

“You know what.” Maya shook her head, “Give me a minute. God. Please.” Maya closed her eyes, placing her head in her hands for a few minutes while Phoenix stared at her silently, unsure if he should say anything. After she had seemingly recovered she inhaled deeply, holding her breath for a moment before letting it out, opening her eyes and smiling brightly at Phoenix as she did so, “Okay. Alright. It’s fine. Actually it absolutely is not but you just. Just never mind. You’re so incredibly stupid but it’s fine, I knew that. So you had this conversation with Edgeworth and now he’s not talking to you.”

“Wait why am I being stupid?”

“You just are.” Maya said, shaking her head as she sipped at her milkshake, “You just are. But please. Let’s just focus on what we know for now.” 

“You’re being very rude?”

“I’m really not.” Maya retorted, snorting “Either way, doesn't matter. Let’s take one problem at a time. You two talked about...whoever he’s into and now he’s not talking to you, right?” 

“I guess?” Phoenix nodded, still confused by Maya’s behavior, “I mean maybe he felt sorta uncomfortable with me prying about his love life but we left on good terms and he seemed totally normal?" 

“I can’t imagine why Edgeworth would be uncomfortable with you of all people prying about his love life.” Maya rolled her eyes.

“I know you’re being sarcastic and you keep insulting me but I am choosing to ignore your unkind behavior.” Phoenix responded, miffed, “You asked what was wrong and I'm telling you." 

"I know, I know."

"And besides, it makes sense that Edgeworth would tell me about his crush?" Phoenix pointed out, "We're good friends? Like I tell you all about my stupid...crap. That's just sorta what friends do."

“Oh, I’m aware.” Maya said, “I wish you wouldn’t! Wish you’d just sorta do something about it instead but moping to me also works.” 

“You are not being supportive right now.” 

“You have no idea how supportive I’m being.” Maya shook her head, “But you don’t think it was this conversation that drove him away?”

“Honestly, no.” Phoenix shrugged, “Like I said, he seemed okay when I left? And we talked after that and he seemed fine. But then after the ethics CLE it was just total shut down and he hasn’t talked to me since.” 

“Hm.” Maya was thoughtful, frowning, “You said that Athena, Apollo, and Klavier were all acting weird during the CLE?”

“Yea.”

“You don’t think that had anything to do with it?”

“I…I honestly don’t know.” Phoenix looked doubtful, “I mean it might but if it did, don’t you think Athena or Apollo would tell me? Seems to have been more of an issue between them and Edgeworth so I'm not sure how I'd be involved. I wasn't even in town when all that happened?” 

“Well let’s think about what we do know.” Maya said, “There was some weird trial. Apollo, Athena, and Edgeworth started acting dodgy about it. You had an….interesting conversation with Edgeworth and later when you talk to Apollo, Athena, and Edgeworth together they get all weird and now Edgeworth won’t talk to you anymore.”

“Yea that’s about it.” 

“The kids definitely have something to do with it." Maya muttered, "It's just how do we get them to talk."

"Good luck with that."

"Alright this is what we do Nick." Maya nodded confidently, "We kidnap Athena and Apollo and good cop bad cop them. Dibs on bad cop.”

“You think you can take Athena.”

“Well…”

“You think I can take Athena.”

“Point taken.” Maya looked troubled, “Apollo then?”

“He’s small but he is full of rage, very loud, and I’m almost certain he does kickboxing or Muay Thai or something crazy.”

“Yea but they definitely know something.” Maya insisted, “C’mon Nick. We gotta corner them somehow. You gonna let your kids boss you around? You’re the boss!”

“And I have a bad back and shitty knees.” Phoenix said, “Look Maya if they said it’s nothing, it’s probably nothing. Like it's weird, sure but I don't think that's why Edgeworth would start avoiding me.”

“I disagree and I’m getting to the bottom of this.” Maya said resolutely, “If you won’t then I’ll just have to figure it out on my own.”

“Fine.” Phoenix shrugged, “Let me know once you do. Or just call me from the hospital after Athena’s taken out both your kneecaps.” 

---

There were few things Franziska Von Karma hated more than flying internationally. 

No matter what airline she flew, she always found herself irritated, jetlagged, and horribly uncomfortable by the time she finally made her way through customs in Los Angeles. The LA airport had always been a nightmare to navigate too; large, dirty, and confusing, she inevitably found herself extremely annoyed and snapping at the customs agent who didn’t seem to understand why she was in America, despite her explaining numerous times. After some confusion, she finally was allowed through, feeling no small amount of relief when she spotted her luggage on the baggage carousel. She hurried over to hoist it off the conveyor belt and placed it on the ground next to her before checking her phone again. Edgeworth had texted her that he was at arrivals already and she, satisfied, slipped her phone into her pocket before heading off to meet her brother outside. 

One upside to Edgeworth’s rather flashy taste in cars was it made finding his vehicle very easy even in an airport as crowded as LAX. Franziska instantly spotted it, obnoxiously red as always, as she exited the terminal and waved him down. He pulled up to the curb, popping the trunk open and she threw her baggage in, slamming the trunk shut before getting in on the passenger side. 

“Franziska.” Edgeworth greeted her as she climbed in, “How was your flight?”

“Terrible.” Franziska shook her head, “But what’s new. I’m exhausted and I feel disgusting. We’re going to your house, I am taking a long hot shower and then I am probably going to try to sleep.” 

“Understandable.” Edgeworth smiled as he pulled out of the terminal, “I have your room set up.” 

“Wonderful.” Franziska said, “You know I requested that I be left alone in my suite and yet still I was still bothered on multiple occasions. The nerve of some flight attendants.” 

“I certainly have more sympathy for the attendants than I do for any illusionary injustices you suffered” Edgeworth rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Miles.” Franziska scoffed, “I remained civil, I’m not some sort of barbarian. I just had to ask multiple times to be left alone and the flight attendant - he must have been new - was so confused. How was my request difficult to understand? Please leave me alone, it's quite simple.”

“Truly, the worst punishment one can suffer, an overly-attentive flight attendant. You have my deepest sympathies.”

“I expect my orders to be followed the first time, Miles.” Franziska snapped back, “I simply cannot wait to get out of here and get into the tub. I feel terrible.”

“The bathroom’s all yours as soon as we get home.”

“Are your ridiculous boyfriend and his daughter around?”

Franziska noted the slight tightening of her brother’s hands around the steering wheel, “He’s not my boyfriend.” Edgeworth snapped back. 

“Still?” 

“Franziska, I told you.” Edgeworth’s tone was harsh, “There’s nothing there. There can’t be anything there.” 

“You’re incorrect but that’s not new.” Franziska shrugged, “What about Trucy? I’m quite fond of my niece and have souvenirs for her.”

“You’ll spoil her.” 

“You two don’t spoil her enough.” Franziska said, “It’s my job as her aunt to spoil her and I intend to fulfill that role perfectly, as I do all things in life. She deserves nice things with such trainwrecks as fathers.” 

“She’s busy I think.” Edgeworth said, his voice clipped, “They’re not around though.”

“No matter.” Franziska shrugged, “With the amount of time you two spend together I don’t doubt I’ll be seeing her shortly. I expect we’re all going to the bar gala together?”

“I - that’s not for another week, Franziska.” 

“No, it’s not.” Franziska nodded, “Gives you enough time to get over whatever angst you have regarding one Phoenix Wright, no?”

“I don’t have -”

“Miles, please.” Franziska rolled her eyes, “You perpetually have angst over Wright. It’s just a matter to what extent.”

“I haven’t spoken to him in some time.” Edgeworth said stiffly, “I’ve been busy.”

“You’ve been avoiding him.”

“I am Chief Prosecutor. Is it really so difficult to believe that I am busy?”

“When it comes to making time for Wright?” Franziska shrugged, “Absolutely.”

Edgeworth flushed but said nothing, his hands still gripping the steering wheel tightly. Rolling her eyes, Franziska checked her phone, seeing what texts she had missed while flying. There was one from Maya – a short message: call me when you land and are alone. I have to scream.

Raising an eyebrow Franziska texted a quick reply that she had landed and would call Maya as soon as she had a chance to unwind. With that, she slipped her phone back into her pocket, settling against the comfortable seats in Edgeworth’s car and dozed off, only waking when Edgeworth shook her gently, announcing they had arrived at his house. 

Stretching, Franziska climbed out of the car, letting Edgeworth grab her luggage from the trunk. They walked silently to his backdoor and he set her luggage down, unlocking it and allowing her to push it open. Pess, predictably, came bouncing up to Franziska as soon as she stepped into the foyer, her fluffy tail wagging excitedly as Franziska stopped to pet her, cooing softly as she did so. 

After Franziska had greeted Pess and the dog had calmed down, Edgeworth deposited Franziska’s luggage by the foyer as she took her boots off. 

“I can just drop this in the guest room?” he asked, indicating to her suitcase, “I noticed you packed light this time.” 

“Please.” Franziska nodded, “I’m going to take my shower now, I just have to get out of my travel clothes."

“You know where the bathroom is, I left out towels and a bathrobe.” 

Thanking him, Franziska finally hurried off to the bathroom, stripping quickly and hopping into shower. It was wonderful - the water was hot, almost scalding and the water pressure pounded onto her back, firm and comforting. She stayed in the shower long enough for the water to turn tepid before finally getting out, toweling herself off and wrapping herself in the plush bathroom Miles had left out. Dry and warm, she wandered into the guest room, collapsing on the bed and just letting herself relax and ooze into the thick comforter. Miles’ taste in home décor was plain but generally high quality and Franziska found herself appreciative of whatever ridiculous expense he had undoubtedly dropped to ensure such a comfortable bed. She laid there for a few minutes, content and tired but, not surprisingly, unable to fall asleep. That was to be expected. No matter how tired or jetlagged she was, it was always difficult for her to fall asleep in unfamiliar places (which made her constant travel for work a near-nightmare) and after a few futile minutes finally gave up, sitting up to grab her phone. If she wasn’t able to fall asleep she might as well call Maya and see what her text was about. 

Maya picked up almost immediately, “Franziska!” she exclaimed, “Hey! Thanks for calling. Okay. Let’s get right to it - are you alone?”

“Nice to hear you too, Maya.” Franziska said, “But yes? I’m alone. Why? What happened?” 

“Is now a good time? I mean I know you were flying in today so if you’re jetlagged it’s not a huge deal.” 

“I’m jetlagged but doubt I’ll be falling asleep anytime soon.” Franziska admitted, shifting on the bed as she settled down, “Unfortunately despite how tired I am it’s always difficult to sleep in a new location.”

“God okay good because I have some shit I need to get off my chest.” Maya spoke quickly, “It’s about Nick and your brother - fucking idiots, morons, absolute idiots.”

“You said idiots twice.” 

“That’s how stupid they are. That’s how dumb they are. Idiots twice. Idiots squared.” 

“I am aware but you’re going to have to be more specific about what they did this time.” 

“Has Edgeworth brought up Nick at all?”

“I asked him if he would be at his house while I was staying over.” Franziska said, “Wright is usually around - I take the guest room while Trucy has her bedroom and Wright just sleeps with my brother. He’s not currently here though and Miles seems to be agonizing over him but I don’t doubt that will be resolved soon. Miles always has issues with Wright.” 

“He’s avoiding him, Franzy.”

“I gathered.” Franziska said, “Said he was busy.”

“Okay but did he tell you how long he had been avoiding Nick for?” Maya said, her voice low and urgent, “Nick said it’s been over a month at this point.”

“What.” 

“Yea Nick’s nearly out of his mind with worry. He’s tried everything - texting him, calling him, nothing. Edgeworth isn’t responding.” 

“The fool - why?” Franziska demanded. 

“So that’s the kicker, right?” Maya asked, “I asked Nick about this. Apparently they had a conversation a month ago where your brother not only told Nick he was in love with someone but described that someone to Nick.” 

“He didn’t.” 

“He did, Franzy.” Maya said, “He did and you know Nick’s reaction? You know what this fucking moron said? He looked me in the eye - okay he didn’t look me in the eye he was staring mopily at his stupid french fries - and was all ‘it just really hurt, knowing that Edgeworth was in love with someone else’.” 

“No.” Franziska was fully sitting up now, horrified, “Miles told - he told him and his reaction was oh no Miles is in love with someone else?! That fool - that moron, that imbecilic halfwitted bastard.” she gasped, staring at the wall in shock, “That clodheaded dunce that....that...that…”

“Like I said!” Maya’s voice was triumphant, “Idiot squared.” 

“What did you say?”

“Honestly Franzy?” Maya sighed audibly, “I was five seconds from just losing my shit and throwing the table at Nick. It was terrible. Just how...how do you miss this. How do you fuck this up that badly. How. How!?” 

“Well no wonder my brother is avoiding him.” Franziska growled, “Being so honest? Admitting there’s someone to the very fool he’s so foolishly in love with? He’s going to be avoiding Wright for months.” 

“That’s what I thought too, but Nick doesn't think that’s it.” Maya said, “He said the conversation was bad but it wasn’t till later that Edgeworth started acting all weird and stuff”

“Well what else could it be.” 

“I think the kids did something.”

“The kids.”

“Athena, Apollo - hell I think even Gavin’s in on this.” Maya said, “Which is why I need your help.” 

“My help.” 

“I wanna good cop bad cop them but Nick’s convinced Athena’s gonna take his kneecaps out or something. Which is a valid concern, I mean he only has two of them. But I think your kneecaps might be a little more resilient if you catch my drift.” 

“You want to force the truth out of them.” 

“Yea.” Maya sounded excited, “So you be all nice and I’ll be all intimidating and then they’ll trust you and talk to you if I don’t get them to break first.” 

“You think you should be playing the intimidating role.” 

“Absolutely. Ten minutes, Franzy.” Maya said, her tone suddenly cocky, “Bet I can get them to crack in ten minutes.” 

---

“I’m telling you that note is the key.” Athena said, “It doesn’t make sense. It’s the victim’s handwriting but you know a handwriting analysis isn’t foolproof.”

“Yea! I forge Daddy’s signature on my report card all the time.” Trucy agreed, “I’ve done it for years and none of my teachers have ever noticed.” 

“Okay, I’m not gonna ask about that but a whole note, Athena?” Apollo asked, “That’s a pretty big claim to make. I get what you’re saying and I don’t disagree with you but we’re gonna have to prove it in court, y’know.” 

Athena, Apollo, and Trucy were talking as they climbed out of Athena’s car and made their way back to the WAA office. They had been out on an investigation all morning for a new case, the three of them handling the crime scene while Phoenix started preparing their court paperwork. It was a fairly standard case, a murder of course, but their first murder since Apollo had gotten back from Joshua Tree and he was excited to be back at work. 

“Discrediting the handwriting analysis is definitely the first step.” Athena nodded as she followed Apollo up the steps, “But beyond that we need to establish who did it and why.” 

“Isn’t that always the kicker.” Apollo said as they reached the door to the WAA, “Let’s talk to Mr. Wright. I’m sure he has some ideas.”

Apollo pushed the office door open, surprised that the lights were off. 

“Mr. Wright?” he called out, fumbling at the switch and turning the lights on. There was no response, even though Phoenix’s door was slightly ajar. Frowning, Apollo turned and looked at Trucy and Athena who shrugged. 

“Wasn’t Mr. Wright supposed to be here?” he asked. 

“Yea” Athena nodded, “I mean it’s 2pm on a Wednesday and he was working on the paperwork. He wouldn't just vanish and leave the office unattended and unlocked in the middle of the day?”

“Maybe he’s taking a nap?” Trucy suggested, “Let’s check his office.” 

The three walked over to Phoenix’s office, Athena pushing the door fully open as Apollo and Trucy filed in behind her. The lights were also off inside but before anyone could turn them on, a noise from within the office caught their attention. Phoenix’s chair had been turned around so it faced away from the door but it slowly spun around as they walked in, revealing Maya Fey in the seat, glaring at them. Behind her was another woman who Apollo hadn’t noticed initially and didn’t recognize. Her hair was cut short, bobbed and a light blue and she was dressed in a way that Apollo would probably describe as effortlessly elegant - a white sleeveless button down paired with dark high waisted slacks. It wasn’t the clothing that instantly drew Apollo’s eye, however. The woman shifted, jutting her hip out slightly, and Apollo noticed, with no small amount of shock, that she had a heavy-looking bullwhip wrapped through her belt loop. 

As Maya turned, the other woman held her flashlight over her head, clicking it on so that the light fell down illuminating Maya’s face. Or probably would have had the blinds not been open at 2PM in the middle of a sunny day in LA. As it were, the flashlight didn’t really do anything, and the group stood (or sat) there silently, staring at each other. 

A few moments passed before Maya finally cleared her throat, glaring at the three, “So.” 

“Um.” Apollo responded, “Where’s Mr. Wri-” 

“I don’t believe we said you could speak.” the woman behind Maya spoke sharply and Apollo flinched, jumping to attention. She was a tiny woman, smaller than Apollo himself, but the heavy-looking whip at her waist and deep scowl that had settled on her face instantly shut him up. Her voice was crisp, commanding, and her entire presence was impossibly intimidating. Athena shifted besides Apollo and he shot her a quick glance, relieved to realize she was also staring at the strange woman in silent terror.  

“You three have some explaining to do.” Maya said, threading her fingers together and shifting forward so that her elbows were on Phoenix’s desk. She leaned forward, glaring at them over her fingers. 

“Um. Can...can we turn on the lights?” Athena asked, “It’s pretty light already but we don’t want people to think we’re closed.” 

“Franzy, you wanna keep holding that flashlight up?” Maya asked the woman behind her. 

“Not particularly.” 

“Alright.” Maya said, nodding, “You can turn on the lights but I would like you to keep the tone I have set in mind for the duration of this conversation.” 

Athena nodded quickly, flipping the lights on as the woman turned off the flashlight, lowering it to the desk and placing it down. She then leaned back against the bookshelf, regarding them coolly as she conspicuously shifted the hip the whip was resting on forward. Apollo eyed it nervously. It looked worn and Apollo was frankly not interested in learning how good the strange woman was with the whip.  

“Alright, start talking.” Maya said, “Who wants to go first?” 

“Um. Auntie Maya, Auntie Franzy, where’s Daddy?” Trucy asked, “He was supposed to be here when we got back.”

“Your father is out running some errands for us, dear.” despite the absolutely menacing aura the woman (Aunt Franzy, Apollo supposed) was extruding, her voice softened considerably as she addressed Trucy, even smiling slightly,  “He shouldn’t be too long so we just want to get to the bottom of this whole situation.”  

“This whole situation?” Athena asked. 

“What happened between Nick and Mr. Edgeworth.” Maya explained, “Specifically why is Mr. Edgeworth suddenly avoiding Nick and what did you lot have to do with it.” 

“I...I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Athena said, smiling nervously. 

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Maya shifted her glare to Athena, “I got ways to make you talk. Tricks and methods, old tools of the trade. Remember, I was Nick’s assistant before you came along. You don’t think I picked up some ways for handling uncooperative witnesses?”

“I thought it was just Mr. Wright badgering people until they slipped up.” Apollo muttered. 

The woman behind Maya shifted, drawing Apollo’s attention to her and he glanced over, tensing up instantly. The force of her glare had returned tenfold and Apollo was unpleasantly reminded of some of Edgeworth’s more intimidating expressions in court. But with a whip. Swallowing, Apollo let out a nervous laugh, “Th-there’s no need for that. Sorry. We’ll talk.” 

“That’s what I thought.” Maya smirked triumphantly, “Knew I could get you to crack. Franzy thought I couldn’t but didn't even take me five minutes. Guess I still got it!”

“Um.” Apollo glanced at the terrifying woman, whose scowl seemed to impossibly intensify, daring Apollo to contradict Maya, “Ye-yea. Of c-course.” 

“Perfect.” Maya flopped back, the need for intimidation apparently passed, “So go ahead. Tell me what happened with that whole trial a month ago that got Mr. Edgeworth all freaked out and why he’s avoiding Nick.” 

“Um. Sure.” Apollo nodded vigorously, “Um. So you...well you know. You definitely know.” 

“Know what?”

“How...how Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth are…” Apollo huffed, irritated at himself, “Y’know?”

“Friends?”

“Um. No. Beyond that.” 

“Madly and irredeemably in love with each other and completely unable to sit down and have a conversation about their feelings because they have the combined emotional maturity of a four year old?”

“Yes. That.” 

“What about it?” Maya asked. 

“Okay so...like we. Being me and Athena.” Apollo jerked his head towards Athena who nodded, “Maybe sorta figured that out like a month ago. That...that was the whole weird thing in trial with Mr. Edgeworth.” 

“What?” Maya looked confused, “Sorry what does that have to do with trial?”

“Um. We sorta maybe....cornered him in his office after the trial.” Apollo admitted, shifting uncomfortably, “And...well we asked him about some weird emotions? Reactions? He had during trial and it just sorta...well it sorta came out that he was in love with Mr. Wright.” 

“Wait. Sorry.” Maya whispered, “You did what.”

“We cornered him and basically confronted him about being in love with Mr. Wright.” Athena spoke up now, “I’m sorry but it was my idea. It...it wasn’t on purpose obviously, we had no idea he had any feelings for Mr. Wright till we talked to him and then it just...came out? It was an accident, we swear we never would have pressed if we had known…”

“You got him to admit he was in love with Wright.” The woman behind Maya spoke, her hands flying to the whip at her waist as she squeezed it, “I’m sorry. Just...what? How?!” 

“He didn’t say it exactly” Athena explained quickly, eyeing the woman’s hand apprehensively, “Like we talked and then we sorta hinted at it and then he sorta...freaked out and threw us out of his office immediately.”

“No wonder he was being such a spaz on the phone with Nick.” Maya shook her head, “Poor Edgeworth. He must’ve been half out of his mind with worry.”

“He’s only ever told me that he was in love with Wright once.” the whip woman gritted out, “And he was extremely inebriated and half out of his mind.” 

“I know, I know.” Athena nodded, miserably, “It was an awful conversation and he swore us to secrecy. Which is why we’ve been sorta sketch with Mr. Wright - like we can’t just tell him. But. I mean. Like they were sorta being ridiculous. And...so we maybe kinda tried to do something about it.”

“And what was that something you tried to do about it?” Maya prompted. 

“Okay this one was sorta on me.” Athena admitted, her hands flying to her side ponytail and frantically stroking it as she spoke, her eyes downcast “Like maybe totally on me. I...I asked a law school friend to pretend to go on a date with Mr. Wright at some restaurant and made sure Mr. Edgeworth saw and...well. Mr. Gavin was the one who took Mr. Edgeworth to the restaurant and I think Mr. Gavin and Mr. Edgeworth got absolutely drunk together and we haven’t really heard from Mr. Edgeworth since.”

“Oh my god.” Maya whispered, “Athena, did you try making Mr. Edgeworth jealous!?”

“Yes?” Athena flushed, fidgeting, “I...I thought it’d be the best way to go? Mr. Edgeworth was all “I don’t care if Wright’s seeing someone, it's what I want for him,” which is such bullshit, it was such an obvious lie!? So I thought maybe if we showed him what that would be like if Mr. Wright wasn’t available anymore...if he realized he was no longer an option, he’d realize how very not okay with it he was and...he’d do something? I mean with the way they were talking I think Mr. Wright’s absolutely ready to go, it’s just Mr. Edgeworth who’s…”

“Unable to move on.” the whip lady had spoken, exasperation tingeing her voice, “No. You’re not wrong. But you shouldn’t have done that.”

“I know, I know I was an idiot and now they’re not even talking anymore. And I’m sorry, I really am.” Athena shook her head, and Apollo felt a small pang of guilt at the clearly unhappy expression echoed on Widget’s face, “I just...I thought it would work?” 

“We’re not mad at you, Athena.” Maya shook her head, “Like I get it. Watching them once you realize how badly they’ve fallen for each other is a nightmare. I just wish you had said something because well...we already tried that.” 

“What.”

“Yea?” Maya frowned, thinking, “I think it was...god. It was a while back.”

“Before Wright lost his badge.” The whip woman nodded. 

“Yea, that’s it I think.” Maya nodded, “Franzy and me tried to set up a fake date too. It backfired on us. Badly.” 

“What happened?”

“They didn’t speak for months.” Maya frowned, “And then they finally ended up on a case together and it was apparent that they were both still single so things went back to how they had been. Which was still terrible but better than dealing with Nick moping over his broken heart that entire time. But it wasn’t something that we ever planned on repeating and could have totally avoided if you had just thought to ask me?” 

“We didn’t know.” Athena protested, “And we didn’t tell you because we sorta thought you’d tell Mr. Wright we were prying around?”

“I would have just told you this was a lost cause, honestly.” Maya rolled her eyes, “We’ve tried literally everything with those two.” 

“Like what?” 

“Everything.” Maya shook her head, “Literally everything. Coffee, dates, hell we even signed them up for classes together - yoga, pottery, tango, none of it worked.”

“They took a tango class together while in love and nothing happened.”

“They took a whole series of ballroom dance classes together. Like it wasn’t just tango, it was tango and salsa and waltz and I don’t know any other kinds of dances but they were all in there and they did this for months and absolutely nothing.”

“How is that even possible!?” 

“Okay so it wasn’t absolutely nothing.” Maya frowned, “It was actually sorta the opposite. Like way too much. I’ve unfortunately seen them dance - it’s a lot. But as soon as it’s over? They instantly jump apart and go back to how they were before. It’s a nightmare. You should’ve seen them at the bar gala the year they took those classes...god that was awful. The judge was the only one who enjoyed it. Well him and his granddaughter but she was like eight so I think she just enjoyed dancing.” 

“Goddamnit.” Athena shook her head, “So what do we do? How do we fix this?” 

“Leave them alone.” Maya sighed, “They’ll get through this, it’s just gonna take time. Eventually Edgeworth will feel under control enough to come bother Nick and then he’ll see that Nick’s single still and they’ll just go back to not talking about their feelings and making everyone around them suffer. Nick’s gonna be a pissy little bitch the whole time but you three brought this on yourself so you get to deal with him.” 

“I would just like to point out that leaving them alone was my original plan.” Apollo said. 

“Thought it was kidnapping or destruction of property.” Athena muttered. 

Before Apollo could respond there was a soft thud from the front of the office as the office door was pushed open. A few seconds later, Apollo heard Phoenix's voice calling out a tentative hello as the front door was closed with a soft click. 

“Don’t you dare repeat any of this to Nick.” Maya hissed at them before straightening, smiling right before Phoenix walked into the room. 

“Oh.” Phoenix looked around, clearly surprised at the full office, “Everyone’s here, huh?”

“We were just chatting, Nick.” Maya spoke, grinning, “Catching up on stuff, isn’t that right Apollo?”

“Oh yea.” Apollo nodded quickly, grinning uncomfortably at Phoenix, “Um. Just y’know. Talking about...Steel Samurai things.” 

“Huh.” Phoenix frowned, looking from Apollo to the intimidating whip woman, “You mean Apollo hasn’t bombarded you with questions about international water law yet, Franziska?”

“Why would I…?” Apollo asked, clearly confused, looking back at the whip woman, “Are you a water law expert?”

“You didn’t introduce yourself?” Phoenix asked the whip woman, “Apollo’s a huge fan.” 

“I am?” Apollo asked, thinking hard. Were there any international water law experts named Franziska that Apollo was a huge fan of? There was really only one who came to mind - 

“Oh fuck.” Apollo gasped, staring at the whip woman as the pieces fell into place, “You’re Franziska Von Karma?”

“And if I am?”

“I - oh my god.” Apollo said, “Wait - sorry, are you busy now? I have so many questions - “

“I was planning on going home soon…” Franziska said, glaring at Apollo, who suddenly seemed immune to her glare as he stared at her, clearly awestruck.

“I - I mean it won’t take long - or...or actually I kinda want it to take long I mean okay maybe I can just ask a few like...we could grab dinner or something, I’ll pay, like it can’t be anything nice I’m broke but like y’know if you’d stay a little longer...” Apollo said, stumbling over his words, “I just have some questions, sorry but you don’t even know how badly I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

“I didn’t realize how enthusiastic your protégé would be, Wright.” Franziska said, eyeing Apollo apprehensively. 

“I did warn you.” Phoenix chuckled. 

“Alright.” Franziska said, shaking her head, “Fine. We can talk - your office I assume?” 

“Oh my god yes this is perfect.” Apollo cried, “I have notes on my computer too - we can run through a few scenarios, I came up with some very interesting hypotheticals and would love to hear your takes on them…”

“If this takes too long I’m charging you, Wright.” Franziska called over her shoulder as she left Phoenix’s office. 

“That’s fine.” Apollo grinned at Phoenix, “He barely pays us anyways. I’ll just consider this my mid-year bonus, Mr. Wright!” 

Ignoring Phoenix's spluttering protests, Apollo hurried after Franziska. 

 

Chapter 6

Notes:

So I got a few questions last chapter re: Joshua Tree klapollo one bed fic and yes I do plan on writing a spin-off fic about that at some point in the future. There was just no way to include that side story in here without seriously derailing the main plot so I apologize for that! Anyways this is the last chapter of this story so hope y'all enjoy!

Phoenix tapped his foot impatiently, checking his watch every few minutes. It was a quarter to three and he had been standing in the lobby of the prosecutor's building for the last fifteen minutes. He was early for once; his meeting with Edgeworth didn’t start until three but he had been too impatient to just wait in his office and too excited to see the other man again. 

After filing the paperwork for their newest case, Phoenix had been surprised (and thrilled) to see Edgeworth listed as the prosecutor for the case. That meant that Edgeworth would have to work with Phoenix which meant that Edgeworth would have to talk to Phoenix which hopefully meant that Phoenix would finally be able to worm his way back into Edgeworth’s good graces. Or at the very least figure out what had gotten Edgeworth so worked up. The whole situation was honestly frustrating and Phoenix, tired and confused by the sudden change in Edgeworth’s behavior, just wanted to get back to how their relationship had been a month ago.  

Their meeting probably would be short but it was something. A start, if nothing else. Phoenix was dropping off their discovery requests and while this was something that could have easily been done via email and which Edgeworth had requested via email, Phoenix had insisted on coming in-person. He had made up some excuse about being in the area (a lie) and wanting to ask Edgeworth a few questions (another lie) and finally had managed to pin him down for a three PM meeting. 

He flipped through the folder he had brought along, trying to come up with some random questions to ask Edgeworth. Apollo and Athena had seemed particularly hung up on the handwriting analysis the state had already provided...maybe something about their expert? It wasn’t terribly important as Phoenix was, if nothing else, extremely comfortable at not having a plan. He’d come up with something, then transition smoothly into another topic and hopefully be able to drag out the conversation long enough that Edgeworth would let his guard down. Then they could chat about non-law related things. Trucy’s upcoming show. Pess’ last grooming appointment. The Steel Samurai remake. Maybe he’d even ask Edgeworth about going to the bar gala together. He frowned, studying the folder in his hands without actually reading any of the words on the paper. The gala was in a few days and Maya had been adamant about going with Franziska - if he was able to at least patch up his relationship with Edgeworth in this meeting then maybe the two could join their group. 

“Wright.” 

Phoenix perked up instantly, snapping the file closed and grinning at Edgeworth who has also apparently arrived early. He was carrying a file tucked neatly under his arm and behind him trailed Blackquill, Taka perched securely on his shoulder.

“Edgeworth!” Phoenix greeted him, “Oh. And Blackquill?”

“Yes. I won’t actually be staying long, Wright. Mr. Blackquill is actually taking over this case.” Edgeworth said stiffly, “Unfortunately, I am too tied up in administrative paperwork to really handle it at the moment.”

“Oh.” Phoenix responded, surprised, “Um. That’s...well. It’s unusual for you to withdraw from a case on such short notice.” he forced a smile, fighting to keep his voice casual, “You okay?”

“I’m fine, though I appreciate the concern.” 

“I’ve just never seen you do this before is all I’m saying.”

“Yes, well workloads can be rather unpredictable in litigation.”

“You’ve been litigating for the last 15 years and never done this. Weird.” 

“You don’t know that.”

“Okay. Have you?”

“I haven’t been Chief Prosecutor for the last fifteen years, Wright.” Edgeworth said, “As it turns out this job has more responsibility than I expected.” 

“Is that it?”

“What are you suggesting?”

“Do you mind if we have a word in private?” Phoenix asked, barely able to conceal his irritation at the obvious wall Edgeworth was throwing up. He shot a tense glance at Blackquill, keeping his face locked in the same carefully arranged smile. Blackquill didn’t return it, impassively watching their conversation.  

“Is it necessary?” Edgeworth said, “I need to get back to my office soon; anything you need to say to me you can certainly just say directly to Mr. Blackquill.” 

“It’s not about this case.” Phoenix spoke quickly, “It’s about something else. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.” 

Edgeworth seemed rather put off by Phoenix’s insistence, “Wright, I don’t believe we’re working on any cases together - “ 

“It’s not a case. In fact, it has nothing to do with law. Wild, I know.” 

Edgeworth was silent for a moment. The tension in the air was nearly palpable and Phoenix shifted, deeply uncomfortable but also unwilling to back down. Only Blackquill seemed completely at-ease, petting Taka as the silence dragged on between Phoenix and Edgeworth. 

“Then what could it be?“ Edgeworth finally started, once it became apparent that Phoenix wasn’t going to provide any further explanation, “If it’s not legal why-”

“Fine, we can do it here too I guess.” Phoenix cut him off, crossing his arms and dropping the smile, “Sorry to drag you into this Blackquill but guess we’re having this conversation now.” Blackquill shrugged as Phoenix turned his attention back to Edgeworth, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.”

“Edgeworth, please. The texts? The vague non-answers? The cancelling weekly coffees and dinners?”

“I’m busy Wright.”  Edgeworth protested, “I can’t just drop everything to hang out with you.”

“And I understand that and that’s fine.” Phoenix was trying to keep his temper under control but finding it difficult with Edgeworth’s transparent lies, “If you want space, I understand that. I can back off. But I know you. You don’t...you don’t text like this when you’re just busy. You text like this when you’re trying to avoid me. And then this? Pulling yourself from a case just because I took it?”

“You believe I pulled out of a case simply because you were on it?” Edgeworth scoffed, “Wright, this might be difficult to believe but my professional decisions do not revolve around you and whatever insanity you’ve decided to pursue.” 

“Edgeworth, I am trying to have an honest conversation here but I sorta need cooperation from you too.” 

“I’m being honest.” 

“I don’t even need my magatama to know that’s not true.” 

“If you won't believe me, I think our conversation is over.” Edgeworth shot back tensely, “Good day, Wright. If you have any questions about this case, feel free to direct them to Blackquill. If you would like to discuss other legal matters, you have my number.”

“Edgeworth -” Phoenix protested uselessly as the other man turned on heel, clearly ignoring Phoenix and strode out of the lobby, not even waiting for Blackquill. 

“Goddamnit.” Phoenix swore once he had left, “Goddamnit, goddamnit.” 

“Could you two please resolve whatever nonsense you have going on?” Blackquill finally spoke, fixing Phoenix with an intimidating glare, “He’s been a nightmare to work with for the past month.” 

“What do you think I’m trying to do?” Phoenix asked, too exasperated to really feel frightened by Blackquill, “What do you think that was!?” 

“Try harder.” Blackquill looked annoyed, “He’s been completely distracted this entire last month and if any of the prosecutors mention you or anyone that works with you he gets...weird.” 

“Weird?”

“The temperature in the room drops by ten degrees and he starts going on about how happy he is for you.” Blackquill growled, leaning over so he was at eye-level with Phoenix, “I mentioned I had a case with Athena - an arson case - one that I don’t believe you were involved with. I never even mentioned your name and yet he somehow managed to bring you up and bring up how thrilled he was for you. In the most miserable tone I had ever heard. Now can you tell me why Mr. Edgeworth would be happy for you? Or more accurately, why he would lie about being happy for you?” 

“I have no idea?” Phoenix said, utterly perplexed, “Nothing’s happened that would be good for me and bad for him?” 

“Figure it out.” Blackquill straightened up, his glare never wavering, “I don’t care what you have to do, Mr. Wright, get to the bottom of this. If not for my sake, then for Detective Gumshoe’s.” 

“Gumshoe?” 

“Who do you think deals with the brunt of Mr. Edgeworth’s ire?” Blackquill asked, turning to leave, “With the number of salary cuts he’s been threatening, I think the good detective might be paying to work here.” 

---

Three days later, Phoenix had made no further progress in figuring out why Edgeworth was avoiding him. He felt bad for Gumshoe but wasn’t sure what else he could do. Texting Edgeworth clearly hadn’t worked, talking in person had been useless, and apparently even working on a case with him, the one thing Phoenix had been confident was an absolutely surefire plan, had not been quite as infallible as Phoenix had expected. 

He fumbled uselessly with his bowtie in the mirror trying to remember how to tie the damn thing. Looping the end back over for what Phoenix was sure was the fifth time that evening, he fussed with it, finally pulling the ends out and examining it in the mirror. He had clearly messed up. The center of the tie was too large, and Phoenix rolled his eyes poking uselessly at the bow. Why had he thrown away all his clip-ons again? Or why had he let Edgeworth throw away all his clip-ons? Something about being an adult and goodness Wright how do you not know how to tie a bowtie you’re an attorney in your thirties. 

Phoenix ignored the weird tightness suddenly filling his chest as he tried to pull the tie tighter. 

“So why exactly are Franzy and Edgeworth not coming with us?” 

Phoenix looked up to see Maya standing in the kitchen, watching him as he got ready in the living room. 

“I told you.” Phoenix snapped back, irritated despite himself, “I have no idea. Edgeworth hates me and Franziska’s going with him as his plus one so they’re not coming with us.” 

“That’s what Franzy said but we coordinated.” Maya whined, turning slowly to show off her outfit. She wore a short velvet black cape dress with a plunging neckline that hit a few inches above her navel. Her hair had somehow been wrangled into a rather elaborate updo and she had accessorized with her usual magatama necklace and large matching earrings. Her shoes, purple strappy sandals with a chunky heel clopped loudly against the linoleum floor as she stepped around to give Phoenix the full view. 

“Look, I can’t change Edgeworth’s mind.” Phoenix shrugged, turning his attention back to the mirror as he tried to fix his bowtie again, “He’s apparently dead set on ignoring me. Anyways it’s not like Franziska isn’t going to be there? You two can hang out and coordinate once we arrive.” 

“Sure, but what about our entrance?” Maya protested, “Look at me, Nick. Look at how good I look. This dress? Amazing. Look - Nick you’re not looking.” 

Phoenix raised an eyebrow and shot Maya a quick glance, “Okay you do look fantastic.” Phoenix nodded, turning back to the mirror, “So just look fantastic at the gala.” 

“No, imagine me, looking this good, with Franzy - you know she looks impeccable at all times - entering the gala? Flawless. Showstopping. Wonderful.” 

“Do you really wanna make it showstopping?” Trucy had bounced into the living room, fully dressed in a pale pink cocktail dress. Like Maya she was wearing her hair up, though she had elected to skip on jewelry except for a pair of diamond studs twinkling in her ears (a Christmas gift from Franziska. Phoenix had no idea if they were real or not and refused to ask), “I could whip up something real quick if you really wanna make an entrance.”

“Would you?” Maya asked, her eyes wide, “Wait, no this could work. If we make the entrance something big, something flashy…”

“I could do something with birds? How about doves?” 

“Maybe ravens?” Maya suggested, “I feel like that’s more on brand. Like I could materialize in a flurry of ravens? And then sweep her off her feet while the entire LA legal community watched and wished they were me.”

“Oh yes that is so romantic.” Trucy sighed, “That’s just the sweetest thing ever - we could absolutely make this work I just have to find some ravens…”

“Crows will work in a pinch, I honestly can’t tell the difference.” 

“No.” Phoenix gave up on his bowtie and glared at Trucy and Maya, “Trucy need I remind you that you, young lady, are currently under a lifetime corvid ban…”

“Daddy, the crow army was cool.” 

“And Maya, just find Franziska like a normal person.” Phoenix continued, ignoring Trucy. 

There was a knock at the door before either Trucy or Athena could respond, “And that’s probably Apollo.” Phoenix said, checking his hair in the mirror, “Maya or Trucy could you - “ 

“Yep.” Maya hurried back to the kitchen towards the front entrance as Trucy scurried after her. Phoenix could hear the door opening and Trucy yelling at Apollo, though it sounded like there were a few other people with him. Probably Athena and Juniper, Phoenix figured, hurrying into his tuxedo jacket before joining the group in the kitchen. 

He was correct. Athena, Apollo, and Juniper had all arrived, waving at Phoenix as he entered the kitchen. 

“Look Nick, they’ve coordinated.” Maya pouted pointing to Athena and Juniper. They had. Both were dressed in a soft pastel yellow, apparently sticking with Athena’s favorite color. Juniper had gone for a simpler look in a pretty off the shoulder cocktail dress. She had taken her hair out of her braids and tucked a sunflower behind her right ear as an accessory, matching the sunflower earrings she wore. Athena was wearing a pantsuit with an oversized jacket and plain white button down underneath. The pants were cropped, hitting slightly above the ankle and she wore a pair of black high heeled sandals, making her significantly taller than Apollo. This fact was obviously not lost on either her or Apollo as she leaned over, draping herself on Apollo’s shoulder and using him as an armrest. 

“She has been doing this at every opportunity.” Apollo grumbled at Phoenix, “Can we please get going so I can get away from her?” 

“You think I’m not gonna do this at the gala?” Athena cackled, “You’re the perfect height for this!” 

“Maybe it would be best if we didn’t…I mean, if Apollo doesn’t like it...” Juniper fretted, looking worriedly at Apollo who had clearly resigned himself to his fate. 

“Oh relax I won’t, I won’t.” Athena straightened, stepping away from Apollo, “After all, if I did a certain Mr. Gavin would probably be pissed at me for draping myself all over his boyfriend hmmmmm?”

“I completely regret ever telling you that.” Apollo rolled his eyes as Athena grinned unapologetically. 

“We would’ve found out eventually.” Trucy pointed out, “With how over the moon you were?” 

“I wasn’t - “ 

“You were.” Phoenix interrupted, “Apollo, you were practically glowing when you came back into the office.” 

“That might’ve been the sunburn, actually.” Athena said. 

“Or true love.” Trucy sighed, “I still can’t believe you’re dating Klavier Gavin.” 

“Trucy, I told you this weeks ago.” Apollo pointed out, “Like the day after Klavier and I got back.” 

“I know.” Trucy said, “But it’s gonna take me months to process this. Years, even.” 

“Did you and Mr. Gavin coordinate?” Maya asked. 

“Oh. No?” Apollo shrugged, “Should we have?” 

“Might’ve been cute.” Maya sighed, “We could’ve all coupled up - you and Klavier, Athena and Juniper, Me and Franzy, Nick and…um. Trucy.” 

“You’re not too old to dance with your old man, huh Truce?” Phoenix winked at Trucy who made a face at him. 

“You only do old man ballroom dances.” Trucy pointed out, “Polly, let me borrow Klavier, you can’t dance anyways.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“So you are planning on dancing with Klavier?” Trucy smirked. 

“I - let’s just go.” Apollo turned, “We’re already running late.” 

---

They arrived at the gala about half an hour after it had started, late enough that the MOCA was already decently crowded with people, all dressed extravagantly. The parking lot was crowded but Athena managed to find an empty spot near the back, opting to skip the valet parking. 

“Franzy’s inside.” Maya said, checking her phone before slipping it back into her bra as they walked from the car towards the museum, “She said she’d meet us by the entrance.” 

“Without Edgeworth, I assume.” Phoenix muttered. 

“He got distracted by some judges.” Maya said, smiling apologetically at Phoenix, “Maybe you’ll run into each other later…”

“Doubt it.” Phoenix shook his head, “He is remarkably good at avoiding me when he wants to. No matter.” he said cheerfully, “We are going to have a fantastic night. He can’t take that from me.” 

“And I got my purse ready to go!” Trucy said, holding her bag up, “Dinner for the next week is on me!” 

“That’s my girl!” Phoenix said, beaming at Trucy, “Think you can break last year’s record?” 

“Just watch me, Daddy.” Trucy winked, “I’ve been practicing.”

They made their way to the entrance, producing their tickets on their phones before stepping in, Maya looking eagerly around. The MOCA had been decorated with a large banner that announced “LOS ANGELES ANNUAL BAR GALA” in all caps hanging from the pillars at the entrance. It was well lit, the atmosphere buzzing with conversation as people stood in groups laughing and talking with each other. 

“Franzy!” Maya exclaimed, quickly spotting Franziska standing by a pillar. Looking up, Franziska smiled at Maya, hurrying over to their group. Like Maya, Franziska was dressed in all black; a black suit jacket draped effortlessly over her shoulders (Phoenix had no idea how it was staying on) with a black bralette and high-waisted suit pants that tapered at her ankle. She wore matching pointed-toe heels, and most importantly, was not carrying her whip with her. 

“Okay but does it really count as coordinating if you’re both just wearing black at a formal event?” Phoenix asked after Franziska had reached their group. 

“It’s not just the color, Nick.” Maya rolled her eyes, “Obviously. Franzy, show him your earrings.” 

Tucking her hair behind her ear, Phoenix saw two small, green stones carved into magatamas sparkling at her lobes. 

“That’s the coordination?” Phoenix asked, “You were upset about making an entrance with that level of coordination?” 

“Do we not look amazing together?” Maya pouted, standing next to Franziska and letting her slip her arm around her waist. 

“Okay sure but…”

“I do not know why you’re consulting Wright of all people on fashion choices.” Franziska said haughtily, “Especially considering what he deems to be appropriate attire.” 

“Hey I look fine.” Phoenix said defensively. 

Franziska arched a single eyebrow, letting her gaze rest openly on the bowtie Phoenix hadn’t quite managed to fix before turning, “The refreshments are this way.” she said to Maya, keeping a hand on her waist, “And the drink table is next to it - it’s open bar, of course.” 

Rolling his eyes, Phoenix poked at his bowtie again before following Franziska and Maya to the refreshment table where he snagged a glass of punch as Trucy busied herself with the food. A small orchestra was playing, the music pleasantly soothing and a dance floor had been set up in the middle of the large auditorium. It was a nice atmosphere, crowded but inviting and Phoenix watched as groups and couples danced, sipping on his punch waiting for everyone else to grab their food and drink. 

“Where’d Apollo go?” Athena asked, looking around after they had finished, “He was just here…” 

“You know where he is.” Trucy winked, “C’mon let’s go up to the second level - he’s probably gonna be gone for a bit.” 

Trucy led the way, pausing occasionally as Phoenix, Franziska, and Athena stopped to make small talk with other attorneys they recognized. It was a flurry of names and faces, people chattering excitedly, and despite everything that had happened with Edgeworth, Phoenix found himself relaxing and enjoying himself. Trucy was reveling in the attention she was getting as she performed little parlor tricks, pulling out coins and little trinkets to the amazement of onlookers and handing out fliers that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere for her upcoming show.

They eventually made their way up to the second floor, spotting Apollo and Klavier already standing by the balcony overlooking the dance floor. It was relatively empty, the majority of the party clearly on the first level and Phoenix wondered if they shouldn’t maybe go somewhere else, leaving Apollo and Klavier to themselves. 

“Polly!” Trucy exclaimed, excited. So much for that then. Apollo and Klavier looked up, smiling and waving at their group as they walked over. 

“And Klavier, it’s so good to see you two!” Trucy said, a wide grin splitting her face, “You know Klavier, I’ve been meaning to ask...Polly’s been so sparse on the details of your trip…”

“You don’t need to know.” Apollo shot back, “We talked, isn’t that enough detail?”

“Yes, but about what” Trucy wheedled. 

Klavier laughed as Apollo shook his head stubbornly, “No. Nope. Not going into details.” 

“I just can’t believe the cabin actually worked.” Athena sighed, “God. I feel like an idiot now.” 

“I did tell you.” Apollo pointed out. 

“You’re never going to let me live this down.” 

“Nope.” 

“Klavier, lemme use your boyfriend as an armrest.” Athena said, turning away from Apollo, “I just need one shoulder, you can have the other.” 

“You can’t just flaunt your height when you lose an argument!” Apollo blustered. 

They soon fell into bickering, Athena inching towards Apollo as he stepped back. Phoenix watched them, feeling warm and comfortable. The punch had been strong and standing here, relaxed and surrounded by people he loved...it was nice.

Eventually, they fell to other topics, talk flowing easily between them. Apollo was excitedly explaining to Klavier what he and Franziska had discussed while Athena chimed in with questions and new hypotheticals. Phoenix didn’t know how long they had been standing there before Maya looked at her empty cup, frowning and then looking meaningfully at Phoenix. 

“I want some more punch.” she said, holding up her cup.  

“Then get some.” 

“But my feet hurt.” 

“Then maybe you should’ve chosen better shoes.” 

“Wright.” Franziska interjected, glaring at Phoenix, “You will go retrieve punch for both myself and Maya.” 

“Fine, fine.” Phoenix rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, could you get me a punch too?” Athena asked Phoenix, "I mean if you're already heading that way..."

“I have two hands.” Phoenix pointed out. 

“Get a tray.” Franziska snapped, “I’m sure you could convince one of the servers to lend you theirs. With what you're wearing you would blend right in.” 

“Oh, daddy, you could work as a server!” Trucy said, “Like you’re undercover or something!” 

“Undercover for what?” Phoenix asked.

“Working as a server.” Franziska smirked, “I don’t doubt it pays better than your current occupation.” 

“You’re hilarious, you know that.” Phoenix grumbled as he stepped away from the group and headed back towards the refreshments table. He had just reached the bottom of the staircase when he heard a familiar voice calling his name. 

“Mr. Wright!” Phoenix looked up to see the Judge, smiling jovially at him and waving at him from where he was standing by the small orchestra. 

Grinning and bobbing his head quickly in acknowledgement, Phoenix made his way over to the Judge, refreshments temporarily forgotten, “Your Honor.” Phoenix greeted him when he was closer, “Wonderful to see you here.” 

“Indeed, indeed.” the Judge nodded, smiling fondly, “And what fortuitous timing. I was just introducing Mr. Edgeworth here to my granddaughter - Mary, you remember her?” 

Phoenix started slightly, realizing that the gray-haired man standing next to the Judge was Edgeworth. He hadn’t been paying too much attention when he had initially spotted the Judge and internally cursed himself, smiling tightly at Edgeworth and nodding sharply. Edgeworth returned the gesture and Phoenix let his gaze wander down, fully taking in Edgeworth's formal appearance.  

He looked amazing. 

He was dressed in his typical burgundy, but the tuxedo he wore was a darker and richer shade, the jacket cut shorter than his usual coat. It was tailored perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and tapering down to his waist, which was snugly wrapped in a black double-breasted waistcoat, slightly heavier looking from the one he usually wore. His hair had been slicked back, his bangs slightly pushed to the side and Phoenix was able to see his face more clearly, his sharp jawline and fine lines, his gray eyes, hard and beautiful, glaring at Phoenix - 

Oh, right. Glaring. They were fighting. 

Hastily regaining his composure, Phoenix returned his attention to Judge, “I...I’m terribly sorry I don’t believe - um. Sorry. You were saying?”

“My granddaughter, Mary.” the Judge said, indicating a girl standing at his elbow that Phoenix hadn’t even noticed, “I believe you two met some time ago? She came to one of these when she was seven? Eight?” 

Mary nodded, shifting uncomfortably. She looked to be a teenager, tall and lanky, and she smiled shyly at Phoenix through a mouthful of braces, “Yea. I’m sorry I don’t remember you - I mean I was just a kid when we met.” 

“That’s to be expected.” Phoenix laughed, extending his hand towards her, which she shook, tentatively pumping it up and down a few times before letting go, “I’m Phoenix Wright, an attorney that has had the distinct pleasure of working with your grandfather on a number of cases.” 

“Oh but Mary, surely you remember Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth?” the Judge asked, smiling kindly at his granddaughter, “They had that dance we watched, remember?”

“I...maybe?”

“You said they looked like a prince and princess.” 

“Oh.” Mary flushed slightly, “Oh yea. You two had a really pretty dance. Um, sure. Yea....I guess I sorta remember that now.” 

“She wouldn’t stop gushing over it, you know.” the Judge said to Phoenix, “Said it was the prettiest dance she had ever seen.” 

“Oh - I...I’m glad to hear that.” Phoenix said, pointedly not looking at Edgeworth, “We had taken tango classes that year so I guess we were still in pretty good form.” 

“That does sound wonderful.” The Judge agreed, “My wife and I always meant to learn but you know how it is - so much more difficult when you’re not as nimble and young. Are you two still in classes?”

“Nope.” Phoenix shook his head quickly, “I mean we danced from time to time but not classes anymore. It was a sorta one-off thing that Maya got me as a Christmas present.” 

“That is a shame.” the Judge sighed heavily, “You know, my Mary has an eye for these things and if she thought you two looked good, why I’m sure you could have gone somewhere with that, maybe entered some competitions…” 

Phoenix seriously didn’t believe the judgement of a seven year old would be enough to get him into any tango competitions but he smiled as the Judge rambled on, nodding every few minutes and pointedly refusing to look at Edgeworth. It was difficult not to - Phoenix desperately wanted to just grab the other man and drag him from the gala, demanding some explanation for his behavior but stilled himself, clenching his hands tightly into fists. 

“...oh I was hoping you would say yes, Mr. Wright!” the Judge sounded delighted and Phoenix started, pulling himself back into the conversation, “Both myself and Mary have been wanting to see this - thank you so much for indulging an old man, Mr. Wright, Mr. Edgeworth.” 

“Wait - sorry.” Phoenix apologized, “Um. What? You want us to - “ 

“Oh, just a small dance.” the Judge nodded eagerly, “Surely that isn’t a problem?” 

“Ah - “ Phoenix glanced up at Edgeworth who was still avoiding eye contact, the crimson tinge at his ears the only indication that he was following along, “Um. I don’t think…I mean it’s been a while so I don't know...”

“Naturally, we’ll do something easy, of course.” the Judge agreed, “I mean if you’re out of practice - oh how about a waltz. I’ll get them to play Doga, he did write the loveliest waltzes.” 

“I - I mean yes but - “ 

“Wonderful!” The Judge said, with a twinkle in his eye. The music had stopped, the orchestra apparently between pieces and the Judge took the opportunity to wave up at the conductor, catching his eye, “George?” the Judge said as the conductor leaned over, “Would you mind doing me a little favor?” the Judge asked, apparently familiar with the man.

“Of course.” the conductor grinned. “Got a piece you’d like to request?”

“Is Doga on tonight? I was thinking My Sweet and Tender Beast, it’s one of my favorites.” 

“Doga?” the conductor said, “Yes - we're doing a few Doga songs tonight. That one isn’t on until later but tell you what. We’ll move it up just for you.” 

“Oh, thank you George.” the Judge said, “But it’s not just for me; these two young men are phenomenal dancers” the Judge indicated towards Phoenix and Edgeworth, “You should have seen them last time, they did a tango and it was just so nice. And now they agreed to do a dance for myself and my lovely granddaughter - a waltz, obviously, they said they were out of practice, so no tango unfortunately, but is that not just the sweetest thing?” 

“We’ll make it extra special for the lovely couple then.” the conductor winked at Phoenix, who gaped uselessly at him. 

“Oh, please do!” the Judge nodded excitedly as the conductor turned away, gesturing something towards the players, “This is just wonderful, is it not?” he gushed, beaming, “I assume they’re going to start soon - if you don’t mind, Mr. Wright, Mr. Edgeworth, I believe the balcony has a better view of the dance floor so Mary and I are going to pop up there to watch.” 

With one last wink at Phoenix, the Judge bustled off with his granddaughter in tow, leaving Phoenix with a nearly-crimson Edgeworth. 

Once the Judge was out of sight, Edgeworth finally moved, letting out a deep sigh while still refusing to look at Phoenix. 

“In my defense, I wasn’t paying attention.” Phoenix muttered, embarrassed. 

“I don’t doubt that.” Edgeworth stiffly held out his arm, “Well. Let’s get this over with. Shall we?” he asked, his voice soft, tenuous uncertainty creeping in at the edges.  

“Do we have a choice?” Phoenix asked, slipping his hand over Edgeworth’s own and feeling mildly better that Edgeworth apparently felt as nervous as he did. Edgeworth didn’t respond, his mouth drawn into a thin line and eyes fixed straight ahead as they stepped onto the dance floor. 

---

“What is he doing…?” Maya muttered, staring out over the balcony. 

“Who?” Apollo asked, glancing over as well. “Mr. Wright?” 

“Yea.” Maya frowned, “Looks like he’s not going to the refreshments table and is going towards - oh. Well crap. Guess that was inevitable.” 

“Ms. Fey?” Apollo said, the question evident in his tone. 

Wordlessly, Maya pointed over the balcony. Apollo let his gaze follow her finger, blanching slightly as he realized what he was looking at. 

“Ah shit.” he said, watching Phoenix approach the Judge and Edgeworth, “I’m glad we’re up here for that conversation at least.” 

“Hey, come check it out.” Maya waved at their group, beckoning them over, “Think they’re gonna be able to make up here?”

“I hope so.” Athena said, once she saw Phoenix and Edgeworth, “Oh - look. They’re talking, that’s good isn’t it?” 

“Miles still looks rather stiff.” Franziska muttered, “Best case scenario Wright somehow brings up he’s still single. They probably won’t talk tonight but that should make him comfortable enough to come around in a week or so.”

“He better.” Trucy pouted, “I miss Pess and I miss Uncle Miles. This whole fight thing is getting ridiculous.” 

“It doesn’t look like they’re talking though? Looks like Mr. Wright is just speaking with the Judge.” Klavier said. 

The music had paused in between songs and the Judge waved the conductor down, speaking excitedly towards him, gesturing to Phoenix and Edgeworth. Phoenix seemed to be protesting something while Edgeworth stood silently, stiff as a board. The Judge waved Phoenix off, laughing as he continued to speak with the conductor. A few minutes later the conductor smiled and nodded. The Judge stepped back, a teenage girl following him as he left, waving to Phoenix and Edgeworth. 

The two men stood there awkwardly shifting for a few seconds before Edgeworth finally stuck out his arm, pointedly refusing to look at Phoenix. 

“What - “ Franziska said, voicing everyone’s shock, “What is Miles doing.” 

Also refusing to look at Edgeworth, Phoenix gingerly placed his arm around Edgeworth’s own, the two stiffly walking towards the dance floor. 

“Oh no.” Maya said, her eyes following them, “Oh no oh no oh no oh god no.”

“They’re not - “ Franziska gasped. 

“Franzy, fuck they are.” Maya whispered. 

“They’re dancing?” Klavier asked, “But why?” 

The group was silent, watching in mounting horror as Edgeworth led Phoenix onto the dance floor, dropping one hand to Phoenix’s waist and taking his other in his own. Phoenix responded in kind, placing his free hand stiffly on Edgeworth’s shoulder. 

Then the music started. 

It was a slow, quiet piece and the two moved in time, awkwardly falling into a simple box step, both of their postures stiff. 

“I...I think they’re talking?” Apollo muttered, staring at the two, “Yea. They’re talking.” 

“Is...is that good?” Athena said, “Like - it sounds good right? Like if they talk a little bit?”

Nobody responded, everyone silently watching the pair as the music slowly picked up in tempo, both Phoenix and Edgeworth speeding up with it. 

“No - no.” Franziska finally spoke after a few minutes had passed, shaking her head, “It’s not good. They’re arguing.”

“Yep.” Maya said, “They absolutely are.” 

“God they’re only getting more into it.” Athena’s voice was low, “I - do we stop them?” 

 “What dance are they doing though?” Apollo asked in horror, “Like...this...this is a waltz? I’m not crazy in saying that, right? This song is a waltz?” 

“It is.” Franziska nodded, “The song is a waltz. What they’re doing is something else.” 

“Angry waltzing.” Maya supplied, “They’re angry waltzing. I’m...did you know angry waltzing was a thing?”

“It’s not even the ‘like dancing with a rival you’re secretly in love with’ angry waltz.” Klavier muttered, “They just look…”

“...fucking pissed.” Apollo finished his sentence, “They’re just pissed. Yep. That’s...hm.”

“I mean it’s new.” Maya said, “I’ve never seen them do that before. Like the tango last time was just them being insanely all over each other. But fighting while waltzing is definitely a new one so...good job team?”  

“We have to get them apart from each other before Daddy says something completely stupid and Uncle Miles decides never to speak to him again.” Trucy said, clearly worried, “I hate them fighting it’s so stupid.” 

“Oh so you’re watching them dance too?” the group looked up, surprised to see the Judge smiling widely and also looking over the balcony, “I requested this song especially for them! Thought it’d be a fun treat to see them dancing again.” he looked up, winking at Apollo and Athena, “For those of you too young to have attended, they were absolutely lovely last time they danced together.” 

“I’m sorry lovely?” Maya asked, her tone incredulous, “The tango. The one they did at this same gala years ago. That was lovely?” 

“There was so much feeling, no?!” The Judge nodded, “And this time - such an unconventional take on the waltz! It’s usually not such a fiery dance but with those two what else could we expect? Ah” he sighed, shaking his head, “To be young and in love again.” 

“I - I’m sorry.” Maya gritted out, pointing towards the dance floor “Are we watching the same dance.” 

“Don’t they dance with so much passion?” the Judge asked wistfully, “Just how they are in the courtroom.”

“It is really pretty.” the Judge’s granddaughter nodded, watching Phoenix and Edgeworth, “I didn’t realize you got so close for a waltz.” 

“You don’t.” Franziska glanced back over at the dance floor. Phoenix and Edgeworth clearly were completely lost in whatever argument they were having, too distracted with each other to notice when they nearly sideswiped another couple.

“We gotta intervene.” Maya said, her face worried, “Franzy - “ 

“Let’s go down.” Franziska nodded, “Once this dance ends, we’ll grab them away from each other. If they get too into it they won't’ even notice the music change.”

“I’ll take Nick, you take your brother.” Maya nodded before the two hurried away, headed down towards the first floor. 

“Think they're gonna be able to stop them?” Athena asked, her tone worried as she continued watching the two men. 

“They better.” Apollo said grimly, “Honestly Athena, I don’t think there’s a comeback from angry waltzing in front of the entire LA legal community.” 

---

Phoenix steeled himself, placing one hand on Edgeworth’s shoulder and dropping the other in Edgeworth’s hand. Edgeworth was determinedly staring over Phoenix’s shoulder, his hand lightly grabbing Phoenix’s waist and barely touching it, almost as if he was afraid he was going to burn himself. 

“Jesus Edgeworth, relax.” Phoenix muttered, “I’m not contagious.”

“Right. Sorry.” Edgeworth said, letting his hand press more firmly against Phoenix’s waist, though his shoulders were still locked in place, “Shall we?” 

The music started, a steady, quiet progression of notes rising over the crowd and they fell quickly into a simple box step, moving with the music as it creeped slowly along. 

“So you gonna say anything?” Phoenix muttered as he slowly stepped back, letting Edgeworth guide him. 

“It’s a lovely night.” Edgeworth responded stiffly, “How has your practice been going?” 

“Okay so you’ll dance with me but you won’t talk to me.” Phoenix snorted, “Cool. Good to know.” 

“I am talking to you?”

“Edgeworth.” 

“See, this was exactly what I was worried about,” Edgeworth’s tone was exasperated as they slowly twirled around, “Please, Wright. Don’t be ridiculous.”  

“I’m ridiculous?” Phoenix hissed, “You’re the one who ghosted me and won’t tell me what’s going on. And now this? How has my practice been going?”

Edgeworth glared at him, his hand tightening almost imperceptibly at Phoenix’s waist as they turned, “We’re in public, Wright this isn’t the time to have this conversation.”

“Oh, it’s not?” Phoenix asked, “Then when should we have it, Edgeworth?  You won’t speak to me anymore and you won’t tell me what I did so I’m not sure what else to do.”

The music was swelling, increasing in pace, and Edgeworth said nothing, keeping up with the music as he glared over Phoenix’s shoulder silently. 

“So no answer then.” Phoenix rolled his eyes, “That’s fine. You’re stuck here with me at least until this song is over. I know you’d never just leave the dance floor in front of everyone. We can’t have you making a scene can we?”

“You are being childish” Edgeworth snapped, pulling Phoenix harshly against himself, spinning them both faster as the tempo increased, “Wright, we are at a professional event.”

“Exactly.” Phoenix smirked, “You’re too terrified of ruining your perfect image to just storm off so I’ve got what? Five minutes? They said they’d make it special so maybe even longer.”

“I’m not sure what you could say to change anything but you’re welcome to try.” Edgeworth muttered as the song slowed again, moving back slightly and relaxing his hand at Phoenix’s waist. 

“Some explanation about why you’ve been avoiding me would be fucking lovely, Edgeworth.”

“Language.”

“Oh, of course. Can’t offend your delicate sensibilities I’m so sorry.” Phoenix scoffed.

“If you understand then do you mind staying quiet so we can just get through this?”

“You’d like me to shut up.”

“It would be much preferred.” Edgeworth spun Phoenix around and pulled him against his own chest, holding him so that Phoenix’s back was pressed flush against Edgeworth’s front, “Wright, please. Some decorum befitting your station would be appropriate here, don’t you agree?”

“Decorum - you think I give a shit?”

“Must you continue to be so obstinate?” Edgeworth hissed into his ear and Phoenix shivered despite himself, suddenly hyperaware of how closely he was pressed to Edgeworth.

“Yes.” Phoenix shot back as Edgeworth spun him again, pulling him abreast and repositioning his hands. Glaring at Edgeworth, Phoenix rested his free hand on the other man's shoulder as they began moving through the box steps again.

“I can and I will continue to be extremely obstinate” Phoenix said, noting with some small satisfaction how Edgeworth’s hand suddenly tightened around his own, “You know me and I’m not resting till I get to the bottom of this. I deserve some explanation, Edgeworth. I deserve something, some reason why you’ve suddenly decided you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Why you’ve decided you never want to speak with or be associated with me again.”

“I…” Edgeworth seemed to be getting flustered and he finally stopped staring over Phoenix’s shoulder, looking at him fully in the face. It was a lot. Having Edgeworth this close, having those gray eyes staring at him with some unfathomable expression in them - hurt? Anger? Shame? Phoenix found he couldn’t quite place the emotion and just barely bit back a gasp as Edgeworth’s hands tightened around his own, suddenly holding him closer as they turned to the music. 

“I don’t see why this matters, Wright.” Edgeworth finally said, after a brief pause, “Why does it matter so much if I’m suddenly busy?” 

“You don’t see why I’d be hurt.” Phoenix instantly pushed back, “You don’t know why it would hurt for my best friend to suddenly decide, with no explanation to ghost me.” 

“I’m not ghosting you. I’ve been responsive to all your texts.”

“With bullshit, I’m not stupid.” Phoenix said. The music had slowed once again and they stepped back, crossing their arms across each other's back as they walked around in a slow circle, eyes locked, “I know when you’re lying and those texts are horribly transparent. It’s fine if you need space but god just tell me that. Don’t pull this.” 

“It’s not bullshit. I’m a busy man, Wright.” 

“It’s not - god.” Phoenix’s voice was low and bitter, “Really? So you’re just gonna stick with this? Am I supposed to be thankful you’re actually responding this time instead of just faking your death? Should I wait a little longer for the fake suicide note? Or are you just going to leave the country with no warning this time?” 

“How dare you - “ 

“Oh how dare I?” Phoenix interrupted, stepping back and grabbing Edgeworth’s arm to pull him close, placing his hand on the other man's waist. Still glaring at him, Edgeworth followed Phoenix’s lead, taking Phoenix’s hand in his own and letting his free hand rest on his shoulder, “I’m not the one with a chronic history of just fucking leaving people behind with no communication whatsoever.”  

“I don’t owe you any explanation for how I live my life, Wright.” Edgeworth snapped back. The music was picking up again, the violins crashing at the edges of Phoenix’s consciousness. He followed the quickening pace, leading Edgeworth around the dance floor and barely paying attention to his surroundings, “Where is this coming from? It's not uncommon for us to go weeks or months without seeing each other?”

“I’m not upset that we’re not seeing each other.” Phoenix said, his patience paper-thin, “I’m upset that you’re not being honest with me. Anything, Edgeworth. Anything. Just a text that you need space, I don’t even need a reason, but you being so transparent about making up some excuses to avoid me - “ 

“Why do you just assume my actions revolve around you!?” 

“Because you weren’t treating Maya like this.” 

“I haven’t seen Ms. Fey in several months.” 

“You’ve been texting her. Actually talking to her. Not just responding to her texts with vague single-worded answers.” 

“We just had matters to discuss.”

“And we don’t?” 

“I’m sure you could find others to talk to.” 

“Believe it or not, Edgeworth, I consider us very good friends and hold your opinion in very high regard. As such, it is extremely upsetting that you apparently don’t give a fuck.” 

“I do I just - “Edgeworth almost seemed at loss for words, “I haven’t been able to speak with you because…”

“Because?” 

“I...I have my reasons, Wright.” frustration was creeping into Edgeworth’s voice, “I just…”

“Are you being threatened?”

“Wha- no?” 

“Blackmailed?”

“No!”

“Did I offend you?”

“No - it wasn’t -” 

“Did I take a case you didn’t like? Did I say something bad about the Steel Samurai?” 

“Of course not - “ 

“Then what was it?”

“It wasn’t anything you did!” 

“Then why are you avoiding me!?” 

“I’ve been - “Edgeworth stopped, probably realizing Phoenix wouldn’t buy whatever excuse he had formulated, “Good lord, if you have such pressing issues to discuss can’t you bring them up with someone else?” 

“Like who?” 

“Maya? Larry?” 

“Oh yes.” Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Let me just phone up Larry Butz to get his opinion on judicial review as a remedy for fourth amendment violations - are you serious?” 

“Fine, call some other lawyer friend.” Edgeworth snapped back, “Gavin? Blackquill? Your boyfriend?” 

“My what.”

“I understand you’re not official yet but why can’t you ask him?” Edgeworth spoke quickly, his voice suddenly tinged with bitterness, “You said he was nice and smart, I’m sure he’d have some very good insights about fourth amendment violations.” 

“Edgeworth what are you talking about!?”

“I notice you didn’t invite him tonight.” Edgeworth continued, ignoring Phoenix's question, “If you want discretion that’s fine but I would imagine you could still discuss these things with him? They’re just legal questions, for goodness sake.” 

“I don’t have a boyfriend!?”

“I saw you two at dinner the other night?” Edgeworth retorted, his tone scathing, “Your friend from the prison organization? Mark? Smart and handsome and friendly, isn’t that what you were looking for? I don’t know why you’re suddenly pretending like he doesn’t exist.”

“Edgeworth – a…a month ago? At the Korean place? Mark? That was a work dinner!?” Phoenix protested as he let go of Edgeworth, stepping away from him. They both placed their hands behind their own backs, not touching each other as they moved in some vague pattern that Phoenix was only barely aware of, “That was one of Athena’s fucking law school classmates - I talked to you about that, we were discussing prison reform?!” 

“I’m certain all our friends would be happy for you, Wright.” Edgeworth said in the unhappiest tone Phoenix had ever heard, “You don’t have to hide him, you know everyone would all be quite supportive of your relationship with Mark.” 

“I’m not hiding anything!?” Phoenix exclaimed, barely keeping his voice down. Edgeworth seemed to notice and quickly surged against Phoenix, grabbing him by the waist again and pulling him tightly against himself. Phoenix noticed they were far closer than what was probably customary for a waltz but was also too fixated on the conversation to really care, focusing instead on Edgeworth’s bizarre accusations, “For fuck’s sake, that was Athena’s friend from school? She’s like barely 20!? I have no idea how old that kid was but I’m not a fucking pervert?!”

“Oh so is that how you like them, Mr. Wright?” Edgeworth stepped back, letting Phoenix spin twice before jerking him back, “Young and handsome and barely out of law school?”

“Apparently I like them massively bitchy and fucking rude as hell!” Phoenix hissed crowding into Edgeworth’s face. He could feel Edgeworth’s hands tightening, his fingers digging into his waist but found it nearly impossible to care. Edgeworth was clenching his right hand and Phoenix’s left arm was wrapped firmly around Edgeworth’s shoulder, drawing him so close to Phoenix's own face he could feel the other man’s breath. 

“Did you just call me a massive bitch!?” Edgeworth’s pale face had taken on a deeply flushed tinge and Phoenix smirked. 

“I don’t know, Mr. Edgeworth, does the shoe fit?”

Edgeworth gaped at Phoenix, both of them refusing to back down. The music swelled around them, and Edgeworth spun faster, clenching his hands. Phoenix realized that Edgeworth was probably going to leave bruises but found it impossible to care, the pain tangible and thrilling proof that he had gotten under the other man’s skin, “When this dance is over, I swear to god Mr. Phoenix Wright, I ask that we go our separate ways for the foreseeable future.” 

“Works for me, Mr. Edgeworth.” Phoenix shot back. 

“The nerve of you - I can’t believe you said that in a professional - “Edgeworth suddenly stopped speaking, just as the music came to a stop, the vice grip he had on Phoenix suddenly slacking, “Wait. Before that. What did you say.” 

“I won’t apologize, because I’m not sorry -”

“No - you said you like them massively bitchy.” 

“Apparently!” 

“And you said I was massively bitchy.” 

“Yep!” 

Edgeworth stared silently at Phoenix for a few seconds as Phoenix slowly processed what he had just said. 

“Oh fuck.” 

Edgeworth tightened his grip right as Phoenix attempted to bolt, holding the other man in place, “You wanted to talk, Wright, we’re talking. Outside, let’s go.” 

“I need to get back to Trucy.”

“She’s a teenager and Ms. Fey’s with her I’m sure, we are talking right now.” 

“Are you threatening me because last I checked you were the one worried about making a scene.”

“Oh, is it just me that’s worried?” Edgeworth suddenly smirked, “I’m Chief Prosecutor, Wright, I don’t need connections like a private defense attorneys does. One of the perks of working for the state wouldn’t you say? A scene might be embarrassing for me, certainly, but I won’t be burning any bridges tonight. Can’t say the same for you.” 

“You asshole.”

“I thought I was a massive bitch. Now let’s go.” 

Phoenix glared but said nothing as Edgeworth held his hand, pulling him through the crowd. He glanced back for a second, surprised to see Maya looking frantically around the dance floor. 

They made their way out of the hall, into the parking lot, Edgeworth saying nothing as he dragged Phoenix along. Nobody stopped them, though a few people waved as they passed and Phoenix nodded quickly back, forcing a smile. Eventually, Edgeworth seemed to think they were far enough from the gala and he stopped, letting go of Phoenix’s hand and pausing, as if suddenly uncertain. There was nobody around them and Edgeworth had stopped by the parking garage. It was dark out, the shadow from the streetlights casting everything in an orangish glow and drawing out their shadows. 

“So. What do you want to know.” Phoenix flushed. He was exhausted, miserable and slightly drunk from the punch he had consumed earlier. For all he knew this could be the last conversation he’d be having with Edgeworth for a very long time. The thought filled him with a kind of wild recklessness and he glared at the back of Edgeworth’s head, his arms crossed and shoulders raised. 

“I want to know what you meant by that comment back there. By all of that back there actually.” Edgeworth admitted, finally turning to face Phoenix, “Phoenix what’s going on with you and Mark, what did you mean - “ 

“Isn’t it obvious?” Phoenix asked, his voice low, “Christ Edgeworth, isn’t it fucking obvious?” 

“I - “Edgeworth flushed, “If it’s...not obvious to me…”

“Why do you even care?” Phoenix was staring at him, frowning, “Why would it matter to you anyways? If he were my boyfriend? What I meant back there?” 

“It doesn’t.” Edgeworth suddenly stiffened, snapping back, “It. It wouldn't. It shouldn’t. I...I would be very happy that you were in a relationship with such a fine man Wright and pleased that he had chosen to reciprocate your affections.” 

No sooner had the words left Edgeworth’s mouth then the world suddenly dimmed and Phoenix felt a strange sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach as a single black lock slid into place, centered dead over Edgeworth’s heart. 

“Holy shit.” Phoenix muttered, staring at Edgeworth, “Edgeworth what the fuck.”

“What?” 

“You have a black lock what the fuck?”

“A what?”

“You. You don’t realize - no, of course not.” Phoenix whispered, his arms dropping to his sides, “A - god Edgeworth you’re lying to yourself.” 

“I’m not lying to myself.” Edgeworth’s frown deepened, “Are you talking about the psycholocks?” 

“Psychelocks.” Phoenix corrected automatically, still staring at the black lock, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. It shuddered as he stared at it, tenuous and fragile, as if it was already on the verge of shattering, “You wouldn’t realize it...you only ever saw the normal ones.” 

“There’s different kinds?” 

“Yea.” Phoenix nodded, “I - I don’t know how the black ones really work but they normally come up when someone’s hiding things. Like more so than usual, think lying not only to me but also to themselves.” 

“You think I’m lying to myself.” 

“Edgeworth, the lock’s plain as day to me.” 

“I’m not…” Edgeworth suddenly stopped talking, shaking his head, “No.” he continued, his voice dropping, “Good god, there’s no point, is there? Just. Wright, please. I want you to be happy.” 

The lock and chains faded with the statement, leaving Phoenix gaping at Edgeworth who suddenly looked exhausted, “That...Wright.” he stumbled, his hands grasping together as he spoke in a low tone, “I understand you’re upset with me and I understand why you’re upset with me. I...I haven’t handled the situation well. I apologize for that. But lord, please, I needed some space and I just want you to be happy. Maybe I misread things and jumped to conclusions and...I shouldn’t have done that. And I’m sorry for that. And I’m sorry for handing this so poorly.”

“I’m sorry, rewind.” Phoenix’s frown deepened, “You want me to be happy.”

“God. Yes. More than anything.” 

“And you think being with someone like Mark will make me happy.” 

“I...I did.” Edgeworth admitted. 

“You did.” Phoenix repeated slowly, “But now…”

“Now I don’t know.” 

“What do you think?”

“I - I think…” Edgeworth was bright red now and if the burning at Phoenix's ears was any indication, he wasn’t exactly in better shape, “I...I think. That maybe…”

“Maybe you’re the person who makes me happy?” Phoenix whispered, taking a step towards Edgeworth, “Maybe you’re the person I was talking about, that maybe you’re the massive bitch that I like?”

Edgeworth said nothing, stiffly staring at Phoenix, his chest rising with each breath he took. Phoenix stepped closer, crowding Edgeworth against the wall of the car park, “I think my secret’s out.” he said softly, pulling the magatama out. 

Edgeworth flinched, staring at the stone clearly horrified, “Wright” he whispered, “God, please, you - you- can’t - you can’t expect me to - it’s my secret, you have no right -” 

“Edgeworth” Phoenix muttered, grabbing his hand and turning it palm up. Slowly, he placed the magatama in the palm of Edgeworth’s hand. He was shaking. Or Edgeworth was shaking. Maybe they both were. It was hard to tell but he slowly curled Edgeworth’s finger’s around the stone, holding his hand tight over the other man's own, “Edgeworth - god, no, Miles - I...I” the words were in Phoenix’s mouth and he stuttered, trembling as he held Edgeworth’s hand. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a precipice, the words hanging invisible in the air, waiting for him to speak life into them. He squeezed Edgeworth’s hand one last time before steeling himself, looking at him squarely in the face as he finally just started talking. There was no planning, no thinking, the notion of sweeping Edgeworth off his feet with tapestries of poetry and finely placed words long forgotten. Instead, the thoughts simply tumbled from his mouth, his tongue wild and loose, his heart pounding so fiercely he was certain it would explode, “I...I love you, you know that, right? I thought it was obvious but maybe it wasn’t but god, I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember - probably back since we were kids, fuck, I don’t know, I didn’t realize it till later but it doesn’t matter because I know that I love you, I love you, Miles, I’ve never not loved you. Don’t you see that? Don’t you see that you’re the person who makes me happy? You’re the best man I’ve ever known; you’re kind and you’re brave and you’re brilliant and you’re gorgeous - you care so much about doing the right thing and helping and every day I see that and I want to stand by your side and cherish you and support you and just love you, Miles don’t you see that? I don’t know how else to say this and I’m sorry that I’m rambling and this isn’t smooth or pretty but god everything I’m saying is absolutely true and isn't that worth something? I love you. I love you.” 

“Phoenix” Edgeworth breathed the name, staring up at Phoenix, his eyes wide, “I - Phoenix what do I say to that? How do I respond to that just god, how do I match that, just good lord, what do I  do -” 

“You don’t have to say anything.” Phoenix smiled, squeezing Edgeworth’s hand, “Even if you don’t reciprocate, it’s fine. I had to tell you though. And if you want some distance, that’s fine. I can take distance, I just need you to tell me why Miles. If you need space, I can get out of your hair but I just had to te-”

And suddenly Edgeworth was kissing him. 

Edgeworth had closed the gap between himself and Phoenix, leaning forward and kissing Phoenix, cutting him off mid-sentence. It was awkward and uncomfortable. The angle was bad, their noses were almost smashed together, and Edgeworth had moved while Phoenix was in mid-sentence, resulting in Edgeworth pressing his lips against Phoenix’s half-open ones. Phoenix froze, his eyes wide open, staring at Edgeworth in shock as the man finally pulled back, his face flushed. 

“I...I apologize if that wasn’t…” Edgeworth was instantly stammering and Phoenix, realizing how the situation must have appeared to Edgeworth - him standing completely still as Edgeworth kissed him - reacted instantly, dropping Edgeworth’s hand and raising both his hands to cup Edgeworth’s face, pulling him back and, after readjusting the angle, pressing a kiss back to his lips. 

Edgeworth made a soft, half-strangled sound and Phoenix was vaguely aware of something clattering to the ground before he surged against Phoenix, crowding him against a nearby car.  His arms dropped down to Phoenix’s waist, bracketing him in and Phoenix let him, feeling a low thrill run through him as he was pushed against the hard metal of the car. It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t tender, it was desperate as if Edgeworth was attempting to convey everything he could not say into the singular action, effectively trapping Phoenix and pinning him against the metal. And Phoenix responded in kind, moving his hands from Edgeworth’s face to around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer and god, they were finally, finally pressed together and it felt right and good and warm and perfect and Phoenix never wanted this to end. Edgeworth suddenly opened his mouth and Phoenix quickly took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Edgeworth’s mouth, moaning as he finally learned what kissing Miles Edgeworth tasted like.

He tasted mostly of the overly sweet punch they had both consumed, sickly sweet and heady, absolutely intoxicating on Edgeworth’s tongue and Phoenix realized wildly that he wanted him closer, closer. It was years, decades, of want and longing and yearning suddenly exploding, starlight bright, a nebula expanding impossibly in his chest, too much, overwhelming, not enough, never enough, and as Edgeworth pulled slowly away Phoenix found himself leaning forward, chasing that taste and that feeling. 

“Phoenix.” Miles breathed, staring at Phoenix, his eyes wide and face flushed, “Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix.” he spoke softly, a supplication whispered as though Edgeworth was begging forgiveness for some great sin and Phoenix found himself entranced by his name on Edgeworth’s tongue, each syllable spoken in hushed reverence.

“I love you, god, Wright, no Phoenix, I do, I do.” Edgeworth’s voice was low, his breath fanning across Phoenix’s face, as he slowly moved his hand to cup his cheek, his eyes desperately searching Phoenix’s own “But I...I can’t love you like you need, don’t you see that? I can’t devote myself to you like you deserve, I can’t be there for you or for Trucy...I have to fix...god Phoenix, I have to fix everything. ”

“Fix everything?” Phoenix asked, confused, “What...what are you talking about?”

“I...lord.” Edgeworth shook his head, “I...you know what I did when I was younger. You know, you know.”

“When you were younger?” Phoenix echoed, still visibly confused. 

“I can’t...I can’t stop.” Edgeworth gritted out, “Phoenix the people I hurt, the people I killed. I have to dedicate my life to atoning, to making things right. I can’t give you what you need, what you deserve, can’t you see that?” 

“You haven’t gotten over…”

“No. Of course not. I probably never will.” Edgeworth whispered, “They still haunt me. I can never forget them, I never should - memories, ghosts, I don’t know but the people I killed - I dream about them, Phoenix. I have to carry their memories with me. I have to remember them.” 

“You still dream about - you don’t mean your nightmares? ” Phoenix said, horrified at the realization.  

“They never went away.” Edgeworth’s voice was shaking, “They just changed. After...after you saved me, I realized it wasn’t my father’s blood I had on my hands. Do you know how many innocent people I convicted, Phoenix? Do the math. I was a prosecutor for four years before you got your badge. Trials are only three days long. How many of those were actually guilty? How many were innocent? And even the guilty ones - good lord, Phoenix did they deserve death?”  

“You...Miles you didn’t know. You were brainwashed.” Phoenix pleaded, “You were 20 years old - god Miles you were just a kid.” 

“Then maybe I should have never been a fucking prosecutor.” Edgeworth spat back, venom lacing every word, “You think it made a difference to the people I killed that I was 20 or 75? They’re dead. I was young and arrogant and stupid and others paid the price. I was a kid? I was only 20? Phoenix, I made sure people who were even younger than 20 hanged.” Edgeworth slumped, his hands fisting in Phoenix's shirt, “Phillip McPherson. 18 years old. I convicted him of the rape and murder of his girlfriend. The key piece of evidence was a bloody handprint on his girlfriend’s doorframe. It was clean. Too clean, too neat, and it was Gant who found that evidence and it was so perfect. Perfect evidence for a perfect trial and I won Phoenix. I fucking won. He was tried as an adult and was hanged a week after his 19th birthday.” 

“Miles…”

“Janice Edwards. She was older, 47. I convicted her of murdering two of her friends during a robbery. She said she was innocent. But we found her bite marks on one of the victim’s arm - it was a match, we had an expert testify to it! Perfect evidence! Again! Phoenix, you’re a defense attorney, you know bite marks are absolutely bogus. And good lord, double murder during a robbery - that’s a capital offense.” 

“I…”

“Matthew Charnas.” Edgeworth pressed on, looking back up and not giving Phoenix a chance to speak, “That was just a shooting, we had eyewitness testimony, he was picked out of a lineup - of course, it wasn’t a blind line up and they weren’t the same race and the police gave the witness compensation and I looked back at the files and none of her story made any fucking sense, there was a partition in the way from where she said she had seen the shooting but what did that matter to me!?” Edgeworth’s tone had risen as he talked, his voice becoming hysterical, “He’s lucky. He’s not dead. He got out eventually, it only took a decade, I only stole a decade from him I suppose that’s not bad in comparison to his entire fucking life!” 

“Miles, god, no…”

“Phoenix don’t you understand?” Edgeworth was pleading, his eyes bright, desperately searching Phoenix’s face, “How do you not see what I did? I was innocent? I didn't kill my father? Wonderful, terrific! Now let’s look at the people I did kill. How do the scales of justice balance there, Phoenix? How can you call that innocent?!” 

“Miles please - “ 

“No.” Edgeworth was shaking his head frantically. He let go of Phoenix’s shirt and took a step back, his face flushed, “Phoenix, I have to fix this. I can’t raise the dead, I can’t change the past, I know, god I know, but I can make sure this never happens again. I can rewrite the whole system so monsters like me are no longer allowed to hold power, so that there are checks in place, so we don’t fuck up and murder the wrong people again and Phoenix I have to do that. I can’t atone for what I’ve done. It will never be enough but I have to try.” 

Edgeworth finally stopped speaking, staring at Phoenix, wild-eyed and panting. Phoenix paused a second, making sure Edgeworth was finished before responding, his voice soft. 

“Alexander Berger.” Phoenix said, “That was a particularly nasty one, wasn’t it? He was convicted of killing a young family if I recall correctly. The evidence didn’t quite match up there; he had a strong alibi after all - he wasn’t even in the state but god how had he gotten blood all over his clothing? The chain of evidence though...it was broken, wasn’t it?” 

“P-Phoenix?”

“Alice Wallingford.” Phoenix continued, “I think she was actually guilty, no forged evidence that time at least. But the extenuating circumstances...she was a victim of abuse. Couldn’t what she did be called self-defense? Did she really deserve the sentence she got?” 

“How - “ 

“Miles, I know.” Phoenix shrugged, looking slightly apologetic, “I went to law school because of you. Do you think I didn’t follow your career obsessively while in law school?” 

“And you’re okay with that.” 

“Of course I’m not.” Phoenix shook his head, “I’m a defense attorney. Well that and a person with a basic moral compass. Honestly I was...Miles it was hard, I’m not gonna lie. I was really confused at that time. Trying to reconcile what I was reading with who I knew you really were? I think I might have hated you a little? Like I was in love with you but also hated you? That doesn’t make much sense, but that’s sorta the best way I can describe it. It was just...well, it was complicated and confusing and messy and I was in law school so you know I wasn’t examining those emotions. Too busy crying over levels of constitutional review and whatnot.” Phoenix paused, studying Edgeworth for a moment before pressing on, “But Miles, if you were still that person...if you still were doing that. Do you think I’d be so crazy about you?” 

“If I were still that person?” 

“You’ve changed, Miles.” Phoenix said, “You’ve taken all those things, all that pain and that bullshit that they fed you and you didn’t let it cripple you, you didn’t let it destroy you. You fought and clawed your way back to your path and you think I didn’t see that? It...god Miles it’s beautiful. I see you Miles, I see all of you. You focus on your demon prosecutor past but what about who you are now, who you’ve become? I’ve seen the darkest parts of you sure, but I’ve also seen the lightest and god, Miles you’re brilliant?” 

“Phoenix.” Edgeworth spoke softly, his voice hesitant, “I...I. Thank you. I know I’ve changed. I know that. But it...it’s not enough, don’t you see that? To fix what I did...it’ll never be enough.”

“Okay, sure.” Phoenix agreed, matching Edgeworth’s tone, “Fine. It’ll never be enough. But isn’t that why we’re doing this?” 

“W...we?”

“Yes.” Phoenix said firmly, taking a step towards Edgeworth. He didn’t move, but just stared silently up at Phoenix, “We. Both of us. All of us, really. You and me, Athena, Apollo, Franziska, Gavin, Blackquill - all of us. We’re working towards a system that does its best to ensure justice, aren’t we? It...it won’t ever be perfect. We’ll get things wrong and that’s going to hurt a lot of people. But that doesn’t mean we don’t try. We’re attorneys, Miles. Our hands will never be clean, that’s just the nature of our field. We’re human and we’ll make mistakes and unfortunately when we do the consequences are serious. But we try, every single day we’ll try, we’ll work together to find the truth, god isn’t that what we do Miles?” 

“Phoenix…”

“Miles, please.” Phoenix was pleading, “Punishing yourself does nothing. You said it yourself - we can’t raise the dead, we can’t undo the past. There are...things. God. There are so many things I wish had never happened” Phoenix moved his hands up to cup Edgeworth’s face, pressing a kiss to his forehead before tilting his head down, pressing their foreheads together, “There are so many things I wish we could just undo.” he whispered, “But we can’t. We can only move forward and god you’ve done that. You’re doing that. And it’ll never end. You’re going to spend your whole career trying to fix our justice system, and I understand that.” 

“But what about you, Phoenix?” Edgeworth whispered back, “I...I can’t...I can’t prioritize you like I should. I can’t prioritize Trucy like I should.” 

“Miles, I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Phoenix smiled, pulling away and grinning, “I fell in love with you as a sleep-deprived workaholic. You think I don’t know what I’m getting into?” 

“Phoenix…”

“And Trucy already thinks of you as family.” Phoenix continued, “Miles, that girl loves you already - regardless of if anything comes of this she wants you in her life. Surely you know that? No matter what happens between us - Miles you can’t walk away from her.”

“God - no” Edgeworth protested, instantly, “I would never - I could never - It’s just. You’ve given me so much Phoenix. You’ve given me everything. How can I reciprocate?”

“Did I give you everything?” Phoenix asked, his thumb brushing over Miles cheekbone, “Miles, I’ve given you a lot. And that’s because I love you a lot. But you’re looking at this all wrong. My love - your love it’s not some finite source. I don’t devote everything to you. I have Trucy. I have Maya and Pearls and Apollo and Athena and hell, even Larry and every single one of those people holds a part of me. You’re the same way, aren’t you, Miles? It’s not just me. It’s your sister and that great thief girl you’ve adopted. It’s that weird wolf man and Gumshoe and all the prosecutors you’ve taken under your wing. It’s the courts and the future, Miles, all of those things hold a part of you that I’ll never be able to claim. And that’s fine. I don’t want to claim them because just like you’ve given those things a part of you they’ve given you a part of them and Miles god, can’t you see how beautiful that makes you? Can’t you see how these things take and give and make you a complete person, a person who can love and be loved fully?”

“It...it doesn’t feel equal.” 

“It’s not some balancing act.” Phoenix whispered, “It’s what you can give. And what you can give is enough, it’s always been enough. Even now. What you’ve given me has been enough. You are enough.”

“For you?” 

“Absolutely. You said you wanted me to be with someone that made me happy.” Phoenix pressed, “Miles...the only person that could make me happy is you.” 

“Phoenix…”

“But this isn’t just about me. Would...would it make you happy too?”

“Yes. God, yes. Unbearably so.” 

“Then what are we doing?” 

“I…” Edgeworth was quiet for a few minutes, clearly thinking before he let out a deep breath, exhaling tension from his shoulders as he laughed softly, “I don’t know. What are we doing?”

“We can go as slowly as you need Miles.” Phoenix spoke, his voice low and earnest, “If you wanna think on this that’s fine. If you wanna just start with something casual that’s fine. We don’t have to just jump in and move in together and get married. I mean we could do that too, I would absolutely marry you right now but that’s sorta the opposite of taking things slow.”

That drew another soft laugh from Edgeworth and Phoenix grinned, reveling in the sound. “Thank you.” Edgeworth said, before falling silent for a few seconds, clearly thinking, “But...I mean I think I would prefer to go slowly but well. We...we’ve already moved in together haven’t we?” 

“I - have we?” Phoenix stopped, a small frown tugging at his lips, “I mean...I guess Trucy has a room at your place already. But I don’t?” 

“Because you usually just sleep with me.” 

“I guess I do?” Phoenix frowned, “But is that...moving in? I mean shouldn’t we date first?”

“What would we even do on a date?” 

“I don’t know? Coffee? Dinner?” 

“How is that different from what we already do?”

“I…” Phoenix was silent for a few moments, processing what Edgeworth had just said, “Holy shit Miles. Have we been dating this whole time?” 

“Have we...maybe?” 

“Oh my god.” Phoenix let his head fall forward onto Edgeworth’s shoulder, “Oh my god. We’re stupid. We’re so stupid.” 

Edgeworth couldn’t help the smile that broke across his feature as he reached his hand up to comb his fingers through Phoenix’s hair, giddy with excitement, “I...I suppose we must be.” 

“We’re doing this all backwards aren’t we.” 

“We got to where we needed to be eventually.” Edgeworth said softly as Phoenix leaned back, studying his face, “Phoenix...I do want to try this with you. I do. If you’ll have me, I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. But...I’m still going to have doubts and this might be difficult. It might take some time for me to get over them or learn how to process them. This mindset....I’m willing to work on it but it’s not something I can just drop instantly.”

“Hey.” Phoenix nodded, “I know. I meant what I said earlier. For you, I can go as slow as you need.”

Grinning Phoenix pulled Edgeworth close again, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he murmured as Edgeworth pulled back slightly. 

“Surely not as long as I’ve wanted to.” Edgeworth responded, his voice low before he leaned forward, kissing Phoenix again. 

They stood there for a few minutes, silently exchanging soft kisses, lost in exploring the feel of each other’s mouth against their own, “Hey.” Phoenix finally said, “Would you want to…”

“Go home?” Edgeworth provided, his face flushed, “I...I think I’d like that very much.” 

“Great.” Phoenix nodded, “Let - oh crap. Wait.” 

“Phoenix?” 

“I think I sorta ditched everyone.” Phoenix said, “I mean I was on my way to get Maya and your sister some refreshments when...well when all this happened.” 

“Oh.”  

“I...I should probably go back.” Phoenix muttered, “Can’t exactly just leave my kid behind.”

“No, that’s probably a bad idea.” Edgeworth agreed, “Oh and…” he knelt down, grabbing the magatama from the ground where he had dropped it earlier and proffered it to Phoenix, “Sorry. I suppose I got carried away.” 

“Oh, yea. Thanks.” Phoenix took the stone and slipped it back into his pocket before leaning forward and pressing one last quick kiss to Edgeworth’s mouth, “I suppose we should head back now.” he said as he pulled away. 

“I...Indeed.” 

“Do you wanna keep quiet about this?” Phoenix asked, “At least for tonight? I...I mean I don’t think anyone would expect us to just start dating anyways. I mean besides Maya.”

“Why her?” 

“I might’ve told her about how I felt.” Phoenix admitted, “I mean I’ve been sorta gone on you for a while and I needed to rant to someone. But she’s the only one who knows I think.” 

“Well.” Edgeworth said, shifting slightly, “I...I don’t think it’s just her. At least from my end. I mean Franziska knows.” 

“You told Franziska!?” Phoenix asked. 

“I didn’t tell her she just sorta...figured it out.” Edgeworth clarified, “I mean she’s my sister, is that really so hard to believe? Oh. Also. Mr. Justice and Ms. Cykes.” 

“What.” 

“That was the whole...you recall the Stevens trial? A little over a month ago?”

“The one where our client tried to cover up for his boyfriend?”

“Yes. That one.” Edgeworth nodded, “I...well I accidentally may have revealed too much about my romantic preferences in trial.” Edgeworth looked embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably, “Your proteges picked up on it. We spoke after trial and - they essentially called me out.” 

“They did what.” Phoenix gaped, “Wait they figured out you liked me before I did?”

“I suppose.” 

“That’s why Athena was being so weird about it.” Phoenix muttered, “She said she overstepped some boundaries but then also said it wasn’t her place to say…”

“I do appreciate the discretion they used.” Edgeworth admitted, “If she had told you I would have been utterly mortified.” 

“Geez” Phoenix sighed, “Wait if Franziska, Maya, Athena, and Apollo already know…”

“...who doesn’t know.” Edgeworth finished his train of thought.

“Trucy?” 

“She’s too sharp  and too good at reading people.” 

“Um. Gavin?” 

“I...I suppose he wouldn’t.” Edgeworth muttered, “But do you think Mr. Justice...I mean they are close.” 

“Oh they’re dating now, by the way.” Phoenix said, “They went on some trip to Joshua Tree and came back as a couple.”

“Oh my god.” Edgeworth buried his hands in his face, “I...oh my god.” 

“Miles?”

“I’ll tell you later.” Edgeworth shook his head, lifting his head up, “It’s embarrassing - “

Phoenix’s phone suddenly pinged, interrupting Edgeworth. Reaching into his pocket and pulling it out, Phoenix unlocked it upon seeing that it was a text from Maya.

Nick!! The message read Don’t worry about Trucy - we’ll take her home. Get! That! Dick!!!!! But seriously don’t come back until you two actually talk at least. Or bone ;) tbh talk more than bone i can’t believe i’m saying that but i could see you two boning without talking and that’s just something i absolutely refuse to help you unpack. 

The bubbles indicating Maya was still texting popped up and a few seconds later another message appeared. 

just talk to him. please.  We are all so tired and so exhausted and i legit think apollo might murder you if you drag this out any longer. 

Another message. 

You were right about him doing muay thai btw. 

Another message. 

Hope that’s some incentive. ;) ;) ;) 

Phoenix blanched, slipping his phone into his pocket, “Fuck.” he muttered. 

“What was that?”

“Maya.” Phoenix shook his head, “Um. So they definitely know.” 

“They?”

“I...I think all of them. Everyone. God this is embarrassing.” 

“Ah. I see.” 

“But she did say she’d take Trucy home.” 

“I. Oh.” 

“So…”

“You...I mean” Edgeworth fidgeted, “My offer still stands.”

“Yea?” Phoenix asked, smiling softly. 

“That is...if you want.”

“Yea.” Phoenix nodded, leaning forward and slipping his hand into Edgeworth’s own, as they started walking across the parking lot, “I think I want that very much.” 

---

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on Edgeworth’s face and slowly dragging him back to consciousness. He exhaled, emptying his lungs and scrunching his nose up as he turned from the light before opening his eyes, taking in his surroundings. 

He was in his own room and in his own bed. It was very warm, almost uncomfortably so. His clothes from last night had been strewn all over his bedroom and he winced, knowing that he probably should be treating his formal wear with more care than that. It was hard to feel too remorseful though as he shifted, glancing over to the source of the warmth. Phoenix, sprawled out and still asleep, his limbs strewn unceremoniously across the bed, lay next to him and he felt his heart clench, a deep sense of fondness taking root in his chest as he watched the other man snoring softly. It wasn’t the first time Edgeworth had woken up in bed with Phoenix but it was the first time he had woken up in bed with a naked Phoenix, with a Phoenix that understood how Edgeworth felt and reciprocated those feelings, and he felt almost giddy, overwhelmed with a deep sense of happiness. 

It was almost too much. It was almost too perfect. How could such a world exist? He had laid out the worst parts of himself, shoved them into Phoenix’s face, told Phoenix he could not fully love him and Phoenix, that beautiful, obstinate man, had simply looked at Edgeworth and said “so what”?  

And Edgeworth, of course, had not had an answer. 

But god, wasn’t that just like Phoenix? Hadn’t he always been that way? His entire career, his unshakable faith in the people he chose to defend, his belief that no matter what the initial evidence suggested there was something good and kind and worthy of love - Edgeworth should have known better. He had never won against Phoenix’s absurd stubbornness to see the best in people. How could he have expected anything else? 

Phoenix sighed, shifting slightly, and Edgeworth’s breath hitched. He was beautiful. Edgeworth had always thought this was the case but seeing him so vulnerable, the sunlight bathing him in a soft golden glow, his face relaxed and open - it was almost overwhelming. Edgeworth had never let himself stare too closely at Phoenix while he was asleep but he indulged completely now, hesitating only for a second before he let his hand drop to Phoenix’s face. Phoenix stirred slightly before opening his eyes blearily, blinking a few times as he looked around. He seemed to realize where he was, focusing on Edgeworth as a warm, sleepy smile spread across his face. 

“Hey.” he murmured, reaching out towards Edgeworth and pulling him against his chest, “Morning.” 

“You’re a furnace.” Edgeworth responded, making no attempt to pull away, “How do you give off this much body heat.” 

“Mmmm” Phoenix’s voice was rich and Edgeworth, pressed against his bare chest, could feel the vibrations as Phoenix spoke into his hair, “You don’t seem to mind too much.” 

“Would you change if I did mind?”

“Change how much body heat I put out?” Phoenix laughed, “Sure let me get on that asap.”

“Please do.” 

“Anything for you, babe.”

Edgeworth flushed at the pet name, burrowing his face in Phoenix’s chest to hide his blush. Noticing, Phoenix chuckled softly, squeezing him and murmuring into his hair, “Sweetheart, angel, honey - “ 

“Stop that.”

“Nah.” Phoenix grinned, pulling back and looking at Edgeworth, “I’ve been not calling you stupid nicknames for years - gotta make up for all the lost time, sugartits.”

Edgeworth smacked Phoenix on the underside of the head. 

“Okay so that one was bad.” Phoenix laughed, completely unfazed, “No sugartits, that’s fair. But what about the others?”

“I - I suppose it’s...it’s acceptable.” 

“Just acceptable?”

“It’s...fine.”

“We’ll play it by ear then.” Phoenix said, “See which ones fit you best.” 

“What about you?” 

“Wouldn’t mind if you called me a few pet names.”

“Even sugartits.”

“Just as long as we’re not in court.”

“You are ridiculous.” 

“But you love me.” Phoenix's grin was almost blinding, infectious, and despite himself Edgeworth could feel a huge smile blooming across his own face, “You do.” Phoenix laughed at Edgeworth’s smile, a deep and joyous sound, “You love me, you love me, you love me.” 

Edgeworth found he couldn’t quite get his face under control. That was new. He couldn’t recall another time he had been so powerless to stop his mouth from turning up, so unable to fall back into his usual scowl, so full of happiness that he was splitting at the seams, helpless as it filtered through the cracks in his usually stoic façade, pouring out of him. 

It was wonderful. 

“I love you too.” Phoenix finally calmed down, bringing his face close to Edgeworth’s, and kissing him softly, “God, I love you.”

They lay there for a while, kissing and letting their hands roam over each other’s bodies, wrapped in a warm and safe cocoon of sunlight and blankets before there was a soft ping from the bedside table and Phoenix looked up. 

“Ah crap.” he muttered, “How much you wanna bet that’s Maya.” 

Edgeworth, lying on the side closest to the table pulled away from Phoenix and reached over to grab the phone, “Yep.” he confirmed, looking at the preview, “She - oh my goodness.” 

“What.” Phoenix asked, holding his hand out for the phone. Wordlessly, Edgeworth handed it to Phoenix, who also glanced at the preview and barked out a laugh. 

CONGRATS ON THE SEX!!!!!

“I mean I did tell you she knew.” Phoenix shrugged, clearly too happy to really feel any embarrassment at the message as he unlocked his phone, pulling up the full message, “So she says congrats but also wants to know if we wanna get brunch in an hour.” 

“I think that would be amenable.” 

“But that means we gotta get out of bed.” Phoenix moaned, wiggling slightly, “And shower and get dressed and be presentable or your sister will beat the shit out of me...” he suddenly stopped, frowning slightly, “Wait. Miles, where is Franziska?” 

“Franziska?” 

“She was staying with you wasn’t she?” 

“Oh yes” Edgeworth smiled, “I suppose we’re not the only ones who had a good ending last night.” 

“Right.” Phoenix said, “Forgot she and Maya…you know I never saw that one coming, not gonna lie.”

“Opposites attract?” Edgeworth said, “But I’m assuming they took over your apartment. Ms. Fey was staying with you, correct?” 

“Yea I mean I can’t exactly complain considering I ditched all of them. And it’s cool just as long as Trucy didn’t hear anything, which, knowing Franziska, she did not.” Phoenix shrugged, “Alright. Guess we should get ready. Get dressed and whatnot. Ugh. You’re fine with everyone knowing though, right?” 

“They were bound to find out eventually.” Edgeworth shrugged, “Besides, takes the onus off of us to explain anything if they all already know. Might be nicer to get it all done at once.”  

---

They arrived at the restaurant to find a rather large party already waiting  outside the restaurant - everyone from the night before had decided to show up, waving excitedly towards them as they climbed out of Edgeworth’s car. 

“It is so good to see you two again.” Maya hurried over a massive grin on her face, “See when you two left, we were placing bets on if Nick was getting murdered or fucked and I am so glad it turned out to be the fucked option because if it were murder that would have made this whole brunch super awkward.” 

“Not murdered.” Phoenix beamed. 

“But you did talk.” 

“We did.” 

“And you’re…” 

“Yep.” 

“Good. Great. Wonderful, god finally.” Maya turned her attention to Edgeworth, “Fuck it, I’m putting Nick on full blast right now. I deserve this, I don’t know if he told you but it’s been years -” 

“As if Miles was any better.” Franziska had walked over to join them, glaring at Phoenix, “You know how embarrassing this has been for me? To see him half out of his mind? And over you?” 

“Franziska!” Edgeworth interrupted “I - it...it’s fine.” 

“Is it fine?” Franziska shot back, “We could have resolved this years ago and instead you two insisted on dating and moving in together and raising a child together while crying that the other didn’t love them!? Do you finally see how you have been acting for nearly the last decade? It is at least somewhat ridiculous, no?”

“You’re paying for brunch, Mr. Edgeworth.” Maya nodded sanguinely, “Emotional labor ain’t cheap and it’s been years. Nick is still inexplicably broke so consider this the first meal of many I am extorting from you for all the work I put in over the last billion years.”

“See, I know this is bad and I know you two are mad at us and it’s embarrassing but I’m sorta just too happy to care.” Phoenix grinned, “And I’m starving.” 

“There’s a bit of a wait because we have such a large group.” Maya said, jerking her head back to their crowd, “But it’s nice out so we’ve just been hanging around outside.” 

They walked back over to where the rest of the group was waiting. Athena and Klavier were beaming, though Apollo and Juniper looked rather flustered. Trucy seemed particularly excited, bouncing around and grinning at everyone. She eventually sidled up to Edgeworth and whispered something in his ear that caused him to turn a bright red. He coughed awkwardly, “I...that is…” he stammered in response, “If that’s...if you wish…”

“What’d she say?” Phoenix asked as Trucy all but skipped away again, returning to join Klavier and Athena in heckling Apollo as Juniper protested weakly on his behalf. 

“She.” Edgeworth swallowed heavily, “She wanted to know if she could call me Papa.”

“Oh.” Phoenix said, a strange tightness suddenly balling in his chest, “I - that’s…”

“I’m not trying to replace you.” Edgeworth looked horrified, “If it makes you uncomfortable - “ 

“No I think I’m just so happy I might actually die.” Phoenix said, “Am I crying? I think I’m crying.” 

“Your eyes are wet.” 

“I’m gonna start crying in public this is so embarrassing…”

“Oh now you’re embarrassed.” 

“But still happy.” Phoenix laughed, “God, I don’t think anything could make me unhappy today Miles.” 

“I...yea.” Edgeworth agreed softly, “I suppose I must agree with your insane optimism for once.”

They stood in comfortable silence for a few minutes, letting the conversation wash over them before Apollo managed to extract himself from Athena and Trucy, turning to Phoenix with a determined glint in his eye. 

“So.” Apollo said, plunging straight into whatever point he was going to make, “Y’know I was thinking. Our office really could use some upgrades, right?” 

“Like what?” Phoenix asked, somewhat confused, “A friend for Charley?”

“No, not more plants.” Apollo shook his head, “I...I was thinking maybe some legal research tools.” 

“Don’t we have enough?” Phoenix said, perplexed, “Like what else is there?” 

“Mr. Wright I’m sorry but our version of Lexis is a nightmare to work with.” Apollo said, “I was thinking...maybe we could invest in some new tools? I personally prefer Westlaw at the very least?” 

“Westlaw?” Edgeworth glanced over at Phoenix, “But you have Westlaw.” 

“Yea?” Phoenix nodded, “We already have that Apollo.” 

“No?” Apollo asked, “We definitely do not.” 

“It’s the card thingie right?” Phoenix responded, “The code you wrote down?” he said, turning towards Edgeworth. 

“Yes, the passcode for your account?” Edgeworth said, “I gave that to you months ago?” 

“I’m sorry.” Apollo sounded choked. Phoenix looked over, surprised to see Apollo suddenly glaring at him, his fists bunched up, “I’m sorry. Repeat that. You gave him the passcode months ago. Mr. Wright, have we had Westlaw this entire time?” 

“Um. I guess?” Phoenix said, still confused. 

“Have you not been using it, Phoenix!?” Edgeworth asked, “I’ve been paying for that subscription this whole time - what have you been doing!?”

“Oh.” Phoenix shrugged, “I mean I usually just go to the state law library - it’s right by the courthouse and they have everything I need…”

“Then why did I buy you that subscription!?” 

“I use it!” 

“You don’t.” 

“Okay yea, I don’t.” 

“Do you use any of the subscriptions I bought you?!” Edgeworth exclaimed, “HEINonline? Bloomberg? Proquest?”

“We have HEIN and Bloomberg and Proquest!?” Apollo was all but yelling now and Klavier had come to stand behind him, worriedly placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“I guess?” Phoenix blustered, “I...I don’t know what those are?”

“Why have Athena and I been using the shitty trial version of Lexis then!?” Apollo continued, shoving Klavier’s hand off and crowding into Phoenix’s space, “Why have we been manually shepardizing cases?! Why have we been sneaking into the UCLA law library for HEIN?” 

“I told you to go to the state library” Phoenix muttered, “The librarians are great with legislative history and shepardizing manually isn’t difficult”

“No” Apollo hissed, jabbing his finger into Phoenix’s chest, “It is difficult and it is a pain and it apparently was completely unnecessary because we fucking had Westlaw the whole goddamn time.”

“Why have you been using Lexis?” Edgeworth asked, staring at Phoenix, “I bought you Westlaw!?” 

“Yep!” Apollo said, not looking away from Phoenix, “Apparently we had every goddamn legal research tool available to us and this moron -” 

“I didn’t know how to set it up!” Phoenix protested, “I asked Trucy to look at it but she got busy before she could -” 

“You knew?” Apollo asked, rounding on Trucy. 

She grinned apologetically, sticking her tongue out and lightly bopping herself on her head, “Whoopsie!” she giggled, her voice suddenly a higher pitch “Silly lil me - I must’ve forgot!” 

“You liar.” 

“I did not lie.” Trucy pointed out, “You would have known if I was lying. I simply agreed with Athena.” 

“I honestly didn’t know.” Athena said quickly as Apollo turned to glare at her, “Like you know I didn’t know. I wouldn’t lie about this.” 

“And in my defense, you wouldn't have helped if we didn’t do that.” Trucy pointed out, “And if you hadn’t helped you wouldn’t be dating Klavier right now. So really you should be thanking me.” 

“Help with what?” Phoenix asked. 

“Oh no.” Apollo growled, “You are not distracting me from this. What we are doing after this, Mr. Wright, is we are going back to the office - “ 

“- but it’s a Saturday.” 

“And you are setting up all of those databases.” Apollo continued, ignoring Phoenix, “You will not leave the office until everything is set up.” 

“I don’t know how to -” 

“Good thing you have Google!” Apollo said. 

“Can Miles help me at least?” Phoenix asked. 

“He’ll be stuck in there for hours if he’s left alone,” Edgeworth agreed, looking worriedly at Phoenix. 

“Fine.” Apollo snapped, “But this is happening today and you.” he paused jabbing Phoenix in the chest, “Are not coming out until it’s done.” 

“I should’ve known better than to just give you the log-in information” Edgeworth sighed, glaring at Phoenix, as Apollo turned back to Klavier, muttering angrily, “How are you still this technologically inept?” 

“I do my best.” Phoenix grinned, shrugging. 

“Are you sorry at all?” 

“I told you.” Phoenix laughed, “Nothing can get me down today. We’ll get the systems set up and then Apollo will let us free.” 

“And after that?”

“Hm.” Phoenix said, resting his head against Edgeworth’s shoulder, “Guess we can finally see what a real date is like?” 

“Coffee?”

“I still have those questions about the fourth amendment.” Phoenix said, “If you’re interested in talking about that.” 

Edgeworth laughed, lifting his hand and letting in drop in Phoenix's hair, “Yes.” he agreed, a large smile breaking across his own face, “That sounds wonderful.” 

Notes:

Okay first, Jett (@bludhundr) made some really amazing and lovely fanart of this chapter which can be found here! Please check it out it's seriously so, so lovely and colorful and they're such a talented and rip apollo you deserve better I'm sorry but they're SUCH a good artist I'm honestly losing my mind over it ;A;

ALSO Mars (@ani_mars) drew ladies in formal wear and I'm just screaming; Athena (it's so nice lookit how pretty Athena is hell yea give my tall girl heels we're just so blessed for artists that draw her in a pantsuit ;A;), Juniper (she looks so cute next to Athena plus the little design choices like the gloves and dress are just so lovely), and Trucy (a plus dress choice, AND included little brooch plus her Trucy looks so cheerful and adorable ugH bless ;A;) so please check it out!!! <3 <3

ALSO! Mill (@wumbsie) drew the final dance scene here PLEASE check it out her art is so, so lovely and just the Phoenix/Edgeworth are so dynamic in this pic just the movement is top notch and the color and she even made the font come to life I'm just screaming you have to see this ;A; <3 <3 <3

Omg okay. If you got this far, thank you so much for bearing with me and reading to the end. This was my first attempt at creative writing in over a decade and my first try ever at romance so I had no idea what to expect when going in. I definitely did not expect this to be over 80k words but I guess here we are. So many of y’all were so kind and supportive it legit blew me away like I wasn’t expecting anyone to really read this so the fact that people did and were like hell yea was sorta insane but thank you so much!! Y'all just gave me so much motivation to write this thing so again, thank you. The kudos/comments were so so so lovely like holy shit this fandom is so friendly and I just really appreciate all of the encouragement.

Also again a huge huge thank you to meesamegara for betaing, brainstorming, and just honestly being so so amazing through this whole thing your brain is huge and this absolutely wouldn’t have happened if we didn’t go feral for so many hours at 2AM. Just thank you so much for helping with the plot and for catching my editing mistakes and coming up with ridiculous narumitsu playlists to fuel our brainrot!!! ;A;

Finally, I realized ao3 doesn’t have a DM system so if you wanna contact me or honestly just scream about AA I’m at hechiima on Tumblr. Thanks again and hope to see y'all around!!!!!!

Notes:

It's 2020 and we've been trapped in quarantine hell so I guess I'm replaying AA and writing fanfiction again. Did this fandom need another slow burn narumitsu fic? Probably not but here we are.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Nobody Can Just Say What They Mean