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Edgeworth jammed his finger against the sketch. "Why did you depict the tablecloth as light blue?" He gestured to the service cart they stood next to, a pure white tablecloth draped over the top. "That is not the color it's supposed to be!"
"Dude..." Larry's tone dropped, gazing blankly at the prosecutor before him. "You're always so busy thinking with just your head, that you miss the obvious."
Edgeworth took a step back, flinching at the unexpected mood change. "Wh-what's with that look on your face??"
Larry gave a short sigh, stepping up to the man to deliberately place his hand on the other's chest. "Listen, Edgey...You have a heart, don't ya?"
Edgeworth's mouth twitched, body frozen at the contact. "O-of course I do. If I didn't, I would be d--"
" Miles. " Edgeworth grit his teeth, avoiding the stern eyes attempting to lock with his. "I told you, you need to stop thinking with your head." His hand had not moved. "If you have a heart, use it . Listen to it. What is your heart saying?"
Edgeworth had been scolded and reprimanded by plenty of people, but none seemed to pierce through his defenses more than Larry. There was something about this man's comments that managed to completely disarm him, rivaled by none other than a certain spiky-haired defense attorney.
Edgeworth hated it. He never could tell when it was coming, and when it happened could do nothing but concede and try to wipe the embarrassment from his memory as quickly as possible (though he never could.) These moments were few and far between, each of them prominent in his mind.
He fumbled with the notebook, slipping it into his organizer. Less distractions.
"I think...." Miles took in a breath as he felt the hand press into his chest harder. "I..... feel ........" He closed his eyes, trying and failing to clear his mind. Not think?? How was he supposed to not think ?
How did he feel?
"I feel....tired. And annoyed. And...." He took a deep breath, body slightly relaxing from its tensed position. "....pensive, about this case. I am...nervous the truth will slip away again." He found his hand laying on top of Larry's over his chest, gripping it and finding comfort in the physicality of it. "I want to be sure of the strength and validity of the evidence I'm gathering. I need it to be. Because...I want the truth. And...." he swallowed, a fresh wave of dread washing over him as he confronted the stakes of this case, "...closure."
Edgeworth opened his eyes as he felt warmth over his hand. He looked down to see Larry's hands gently sandwiching his own, still pressed against his chest.
He glanced back up to have his gaze meet Larry's.
He'd never noticed the comforting shade of brown his eyes were.
"Edgeworth...you can trust me. I know I have some rotten luck sometimes, I know I make mistakes a lot of times, but...I would never lie to you about something like this. Besides..." His stern face finally slipped into a familiar grin, Edgeworth certain the man would rub the back of his neck if he wasn't currently preoccupied, "you always see right through me when I'm lying, anyway." His grin dropped, staring with utmost sincerity at the prosecutor.
Edgeworth felt the man's hand squeezing his. Their eye contact held.
"I drew what I saw. I promise."
Miles wondered if his friend could feel his heartbeat, through the layers of stuffy clothing he felt comfort in.
A few moments passed before their stare was broken, Miles' gaze dropping as a shy smirk formed on his face. "......I see.......Thank you, Larry." He paused again as he searched for the right words. He fought against his instinct to suppress his emotional language, closing his eyes in the effort. "I...." His free hand rose, clasping over the stack of hands that rested on his chest. "I am very happy that I can trust you. Sincerely."
Edgeworth braved to look up to find a wide, warm smile on his friend's face. The man slightly shook, almost as if he was--
"Edgeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy! You're gonna make me cry!"
Ah, there he was. There's the Larry he knew.
Edgeworth found himself grinning as Larry finally moved his hands, wiping his face with his baggy sleeve. He had no idea how this man could change states so quickly, yet remain genuine all the same...he supposed it was just one of the many powers of Larry Butz.
He looked down at the hand that had been held, vaguely missing the warmth. He idly held the hand with his own, preserving the memory of the contact.
Miles' previous tension had disappeared completely, replaced with a focused calm and refreshed mind. This was no time for him to doubt his friends. They were here to help him, he can't let their efforts go to waste. They trusted in him to find the truth, he must do the same.
He reached for his organizer, eager to tackle the new lead that appeared before him.