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It was an adorable afternoon, the sun was slowly disappearing in the horizon, creating a comfortable aura around the town. Miles was heading back to his home after a long day at work, he knew that Phoenix was already home by the time, but detective Gumshoe insisted that Edgeworth had to see a crime scene by himself – He, in fact, didn’t need to see the crime scene, but poor Gumshoe always did the maximum to be sure he don’t do something wrong and get it discounted on his salary later.
Edgeworth sighed when he opened his door’s house, taking off his shoes and putting them aside; a big contrast to Wright’s shoes, tossed in the middle of the entrance carpet. He took his suit off, hanging the red cloth on the coat hanger by the door. The house was silent, which was a miracle, considering that Phoenix was the person inside it.
He walked around the house, wandering, looking for his husband, when he heard whispers coming from the office of the apartment. He peeked through the open door, just to see Phoenix sitting in front of a medium size canvas, doing little details on a panting. Sometimes, Miles himself forgets that his beloved knew how to paint. Wright doesn't paint often, so with the whole attorney thing, it was easy to forget this talented side.
Phoenix hummed a little tune while taking more yellow paint on the brush, he's still with the work clothes, his cuffs were folded in his elbows, his tie was nowhere to be found, the first button of his button shirt was opened.
It was a sight to behold. Even quite breathtaking, Edgeworth thought while he waited for Phoenix to put the brush away from the canvas – just to prevent any incidents, he didn't want to ruin the painting.
– Really beautiful. – Edgeworth commented, entering the room with his hands on his pockets, getting Wright’s attention.
Phoenix smiled, quite ashamed, and turned to Miles.
– Thanks. – Miles approached more, touching the other man’s shoulders, standing behind him, his eyes still on the panting. – It's been a while since I last painted, I hope I didn't lose the touch.
– You didn't. It's wonderful, really.
Phoenix raised one hand and touched one of Mile’s, caressing it.
– Thank you, love.
They passed some time in silence, just enjoying the company of each other, both taking in all the details of the painting.
– Hungry? – Miles asked.
– God, yes. I was waiting for you.
Edgeworth huffed a laugh, something that could be easily mistaken by mockery, but Phoenix knew him well enough, he knew it was a laugh of amusement.
And while they leave the room, heading to the kitchen, Miles perceives that he is madly in love with this man.