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“Miles. Miles. Miles. Miles. Miles?”
A pause. Miles allows the brief sense of solace to wash over him before he lets himself deal with what he knows is about to happen.
“Edgeworth-”
“What.” He looks up from behind his glasses, a two hundred page document still in hand. He hasn’t worked a case in years since his promotion, and wants to make sure he doesn’t make a fool of himself with this one - Phoenix Wright, leaning with his elbows on the other side of his absurdly fancy mahogany table and has nudged piles of paperwork over to the sides so as to see him, seems not to care.
“Your fly’s open.”
Miles sighs, then looks down at his pants. His fly is not open. “Wright, you’re in your mid-thirties and have a teenage daughter, pull yourself together. What do you want?”
“You haven’t stood up for…” Phoenix checks his watch. “Two hours, since I got here. That’s not healthy.”
“And how long have you been sitting for?” Miles finally sets down the papers in his hand and crosses his arms. One leg is crossed over the other, and his foot brushes Phoenix’s knee.
“That’s irrelevant. And if it was relevant, I would say, maybe two minutes? I’ve been pacing around your ridiculously large office since I got here, working on my case because hey, I want to be around my husband when I’m working- you didn’t even say hi, by the way. Just waved.” Phoenix pouts. “Look, you have to take a break. It’s not human for somebody to focus on all those documents for as long as you are. I can see you’re tired.”
“It’s my job.” Miles reaches for the papers once more, and Phoenix places a hand over his. Miles looks up. Phoenix grins.
“And you’ll do it better if you take a short break.”
“Are you claiming my work is not sufficient?”
“I’m claiming,” Phoenix holds his wrist and guides it away from the document. “That while you’re doing very well right now, you could be even better if you just took a break - oh, and you’d be less grumpy.”
“I’m always grumpy, Wright.” Miles lets Phoenix hold his wrist for the moment, and he walks his fingers over his crimson red blazer.
“You weren’t last night.” Miles grimaces and slowly moves his arm away from a smirking Wright who stands up and strides over to his side of the desk and places his large hands on his husband’s shoulders. He leans down, and lowers his voice. Despite himself, Edgeworth relaxes into him, leaning back on Phoenix’s sternum as he brings his mouth to his ear. “Just fifteen minutes. Walk around the block, maybe get a coffee- or tea, I know you’re rich and fancy and whatever- then we can come back, and you can do your work, and I’ll go off to my own office and not bother you until you get home, yeah?”
It did sound appealing. Miles grits his teeth, then mutters, “Fifteen minutes only. And if I see your face anywhere near my office today, I will throw this ring,” He holds up his left hand. “In the incinerator.”
Phoenix squeezes Miles’ shoulders and straightens up, pumping his fist just a little bit. He jogs back to the other side of the table and grabs his blazer from the back of his chair, as Edgeworth does the same. Phoenix jogs over to the door, and holds it open for Edgeworth, who stalks through, not quite ready to embrace his forfeiture.
“Timer starts now, Wright. Make use of it.”
“Yessir.”
He sets a timer on his watch for twenty minutes only after they exit the building.