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Detective Gumshoe barrels in panting, “Sir! Statements—witnessses— sorry— late— Chief Skye... ACK!” He his toe catches the rug, sending the documents flying. Scrambling to gather the stray papers, he stumbles toward Edgeworth’s desk, slumping downwards.
Edgeworth extends a fresh cup of tea forward. “Breathe, detective. You’ve been working hard.” Gumshoe immediately brightens and carelessly downs the hot tea. “GAH how thoughtful, Sir! Thanks! Gotta run!” Unexpectedly, he presses his lips to Edgeworth’s cheek and hands him the empty cup. As Gumshoe zooms away, Edgeworth stands red faced and frozen, savoring the lingering warmth of the cup (and his cheek).