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“You’re stressing out too much, Polly!” Trucy huffed, crossing her arms where she lays back on the couch. In front of her, Apollo paces around the Wright Anything Agency’s main room.
It had started earlier that day. After a particularly tricky trial with Prosecutor Gavin, he had congratulated Apollo by the door. With that, he also gave him a letter, neatly tucked in an envelope and sealed with a purple wax stamp.
Apollo didn’t open it until he got back to the agency with Trucy, who was starting to get hungry. He almost dropped his jar of peanut butter on the floor when he actually opened the letter. It didn’t take any genius to realize it was a love letter, a genuine confession, perhaps. He knows Klavier wouldn’t joke about such a thing, and Trucy seemed to think the same.
“Just go to him! Talk to him about it!” She continued, slumping on her side and groaning. Apollo has been pacing around the room for ten minutes, trying to figure out what to do about this letter.
But it wasn’t such an easy feat. After all, Apollo is straight, isn’t he? He’s never questioned such things, and now that the Prosecutor is making his case, well… Hmm…
“What? You look like you’ve had an epiphany!”
Apollo gave a smile and stopped pacing, narrowing his eyebrows. It was simple, really. What was he? A defense attorney! He can work through this like a court case! His client? His own sexuality. Silly, but it just might work.
—
Phoenix Wright isn’t quite sure how he got here, sitting in a folding chair while Apollo and Trucy debate about his sexuality. His, being Apollo’s. They needed a judge, so that’s where Phoenix steps in. He doesn’t really care that much, but he’s glad they’re having a good time.
Trucy, the prosecutor, does a desk slam.
“The crime scene paints this picture perfectly! The defendant is clearly guilty… of being gay!”
Apollo picks up some notes he had hastily scribbled down on before the court went in session. He can’t even read his own handwriting, but that’s okay. He’s got just the evidence to back this up.
“While, yes, this letter from Mr. Klavier Gavin shows that he is one who loves masculine-aligning persons, that does not convict me of being gay. My feelings are entirely separate from the matter.”
“ Objection! Have you ever seen yourself when you’re around him, gay boy?” Trucy countered, which catches Apollo off guard, but he doesn’t have any time to go over that statement. “I’ll show you evidence! Kachow! ”
She takes a few polaroid photos out of her pocket and throws them. They… pathetically fall onto the ground, but Apollo goes to pick them up.
“Wh- Trucy! Where did you get these??”
“Why, it’s from yours truly!”
The first photo in question was taken during… a court trial!? Is that even allowed? It shows Apollo leaning forward excitedly, a determined smile on his face, while Klavier pointed towards him with his signature shiny smile.
The second was from… His third case? He can tell from the replica cocoon near Klavier’s desk. It was in the prosecutor’s office, with Apollo awkwardly talking to Klavier while twiddling with his fingers.
And the final one seemed to be from a time they’ve all recently hung out. On a wooden bridge during what seemed to be a hot summer day, they all look into the camera. A selfie, it seems, with Klavier and Apollo squished together. While, yes, these are all photos in which the two exist around each other, Apollo can’t see the pattern.
“... What is it?”
“Oh, and you think you can perceive? Look closer at yourself!”
And that’s when he did notice it. In each and every photo. Apollo is doing two things. First of all, he’s brushing a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he has become aware of rather recently. And second…
He’s a blushy mess! Dear God, it’s embarrassing. In each and every photo, Apollo’s cheeks are visibly red, with his hands all sweaty and stuff. That’s not cool. This is so not cool.
“... May you present this evidence to the judge?” Requests a voice. Apollo snaps his head towards Phoenix, who has a smirk on his face.
“Um…”
“This seems like vital evidence. To continue with this case, please present it to the judge!” Trucy also smirks, swaying on the heels of her feet.
Apollo sighs, reluctantly handing over the photos to Phoenix. He can’t decide if he wants to keep those photos forever, or burn them in the garbage where they belong.
After a few moments of silence, Phoenix looks up at Apollo. “Well, if the defense has no objections to this, I believe we’ve gotten our verdict. Apollo?”
“... Yes, your Honor?”
“You are gay.”