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You get home to see Miles sitting at the table as usual. You moved into his apartment pretty recently— but you find that he's… well, he hasn't been caring for you as much lately. You stare at him, bent over some sort of report… he takes his duties too seriously, in your opinion.
You have to tap your foot a few times before he glances up.
"….oh. Good evening, (y/ln). Have a good drive?" He doesn't give more than a small glance. Still using your last name… at first, you found it charming, but now you feel a bit tired of it. You frown as he pushes his reading glasses further up his nose.
After a few long moments, you ask, "…is it true?"
That gets him to look up, and he narrows his eyes in confusion and irritation. "Is what true? Don't make me play guessing games."
"Oh, nothing, just…" You make a show of leaning against the table next to him. "The recording of your last case released. You have some…. chemistry with the defendant, it seems."
It seems you hit the nail on the head, as Miles straightens up some. You quickly add, "…I'm not mad. I.. can tell you've been thinking of someone else. And, well, I'll admit being friends was much better than…. whatever we've been doing," You gesture vaguely between you.
Miles frowns. Or… Edgeworth? You've recently started calling him by his first name, but it seems to bother him. Perhaps you should stick with Edgeworth. Either way, he lets out a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as he squeezes the bridge of his nose. "You… misunderstand, (y/ln). Wright is the defendant. My… rival."
"Yes, but he's more than that," you respond. "You care for him, don't you? And don't try to hide it. I have proof."
He raises an eyebrow, standing up as he places a hand on the table. He's… imposing, when he's in 'court mode'. "Really? Show it to me."
"Well, first of all…" ..you falter for a second. You lied. Only somewhat! But... you don't have files lined up or anything. Not enough to make a solid case. After a moment, you shake your head. "Okay, fine! I don't have proof! But you're an idot for not confessing to him sooner."
"I don't have anything to confess!" He protests, sweeping is arm to the side. Why is he always so damn dramatic..? It's amusing when you're friends, but a pain in the ass when you're dating him.
Before you can say anything in response, he slams his fist on the table. "If you don't have undeniable proof, then drop the topic and leave me be! I have work to do!"
Suddenly, you remember something. Quickly, you point at him accusingly. "The phone!"
"…huh?" He pauses, faltering. "What about.. what?"
You cross your arms. "Show me your phone. Now."
He hesitates, clearly puzzled, but he nods nonetheless. He hands over his phone. Quickly, you go into his contacts…. and you found it! The proof you needed!
"In your contacts, Phoenix Wright is saved by his first name! Everyone else, including me, are saved via their last!" You point the phone at him, as if daring him to contradict you and your solid evidence.
You feel some satisfaction when he reacts, drawing back as if physically struck. "W-what?! No, that.. that can't be possible…." He takes his phone from you, staring at the screen. After a few long moments, he frowns, looking at you with a glare. "That means nothing!"
You both know it's a lie.
So, you compermise. "…I don't blame you. Phoenix seems like a good guy! I mean, all I know about him is directly from you, and you describe him as scatterbrained, foolish, idiotic, emotional, nice, clever, pretty….." You look over to Edgeworth, noticing his face heating up. "….but here's the deal. How about I set you two up?"
"What?!" He recoils. "No! No, nono… that just won't do."
"Why not?"
"He…" He pauses, not qutie sure what to respond with. Why not? It's a good question. "….because.. he doesn't feel the same way."
You shrug. "You won't know until you ask. I have a preeeetty good feeling that he reciprocates your feelings."
Edgeworth frowns softly, as if he's categorizing every single intraction he's ever had with Wright, sifting through all of his words and facial expressions and silent gestures….
"Just.. text him. Suggest that you two meet up at a restaurant or something."
He looks at his phone, still frowning. "…how?"
You squint. "…..what do you mean, 'how?'"
"How do I ask?"
….You pause, before you let out an exhasperated sigh. How on earth did you two even get together, when he's so damn clueless when it comes to anything vaguely proactive..? He can do small, caring gestures, sure, but he's a damn tsundere when it comes to anything else. At least, when it comes to Wright. You're starting to further understand just how differently he viewed your relationship. Did he even like you? He must've— at least enough to let you move in and share a bed.
This will be a very long evening.