[Phoenix leaned into that last little kiss to his cheek before watching Miles collect the bag that contained their dessert. Surely, the pudding would be a bit mashed and squished after it had been dropped so carelessly to the ground, but he couldn’t bring himself to care just then, falling into stride beside Edgeworth with a gentle nod of his head. A glance back left and right as they made their way out of the alley, and they were on the sidewalk headed to the park.
Only then did he return Miles’ little smile, tilting his head slightly to take in the prosecutor’s profile as they walked, his hand unconsciously reaching out to bump lightly against the other’s. No permission had been granted, no, but the street was empty enough that he thought nothing of allowing his hand to linger there, littlest finger curling lightly around the prosecutor’s.]
S-So tell me… Do you have any big plans for tomorrow?
Work-wise or anything, I mean.[He turned his gaze forward, the barest of flushes residing on his cheeks as their little fingers remained linked. It wasn’t exactly that they were holding hands, but it was something; a sweet little gesture, and just enough contact to keep Phoenix from craving anything further for the moment. He listened intently for Miles’ response then, even the fact that they could discuss something so mundane bringing warmth into his chest.
In fact, the warmth was probably due solely to the fact that it was so mundane; that it was something that they might discuss on any other night, were they a normal couple. Briefly, he wondered what that would be like, allowing his mind to wander into what was probably dangerous territory, considering the fact that they had scarcely two hours left together like that.]
[The prosecutor was in thoughts during their way back as he tried to figure out how the rest of their time would proceed, when he suddenly felt the lawyer’s hand bump against his, and a little finger curling around his own.
Quickly Miles turned his head to give the spiky-haired man next to him a surprised and slightly unsettled gaze, still, his traits smoothened after a moment and a tiny smile rose back on his lips as he figured that the few people walking in the street probably could not care less whether or not the two men were holding hands - and it wasn’t even that. And even if they did… this was a risk Edgeworth was willing to take.
Miles returned the gesture, his little finger enclosing Phoenix’, and the proximity once again flushed a warm and welcome feeling through the prosecutor’s body as he continued walking while listening to the lawyer’s question. At first Edgeworth couldn’t help but wonder why he would be asked such a mundane question, all the more since they found themselves under circumstances that did not furnish them sufficient time for whatsoever. Only when looking into Phoenix’ kind, brown eyes, he came to understand that it was exactly this that had caused the lawyer to ask.
The few hours they had left would never be enough to broach any debatable subjects, nor was the prosecutor particularly eager to do so anyway, he had to admit.
It was this very shortness of their time that rendered so little and trivial matters as talking about daily plans and routine so special, even though neither of them would remember any of this conversation once they would have parted again.
Perhaps it was this, too. What would have been the use of talking about things that would have cast a shadow onto the rest of their evening, if they wouldn’t even remember it once their time was over?
It would have been nothing but a waste of their precious and so very limited time and, finally understanding it, Miles discarded his wonderment about the triviality of Phoenix’ questions. At his reply, the prosecutor’s gaze fixed onto the street in front of them.]
In two days a woman will be brought before the court for having killed her husband.
I am the prosecutor assigned to that case, therefore I will most likely spend the day reviewing the evidence and facts, and talking to the witnesses.
…
[Edgeworth let his gaze rove back to the lawyer’s face and he could have sworn to have seen a blush on the man’s cheeks for a moment; but with the street lights casting moving shows onto their faces as they walked down the street the prosecutor could not tell for sure. His little finger clung just a little tighter to the other’s instead and Miles averted his gaze in his own embarrassment.
He had to admit that walking like this, doing something akin to holding hands, felt strangely nice.]
…what about you?
