[RL: Just after Disneyland | Phoenix; Edgeworth]
Phoenix made his way to the twelfth floor of the building with purpose, heading straight for Edgeworth's office. The embarrassment and self-doubt that followed the riverboat incident had mercifully faded within the past few days, replaced by frustration that grew a little more every time he replayed the events in his mind. They'd been dancing around the subject for the better part of a year--possibly longer, if he were being honest with himself--yet every time Phoenix found the courage to bring it up, Edgeworth promptly shut him down. They'd avoid each other for indeterminate amount of time, pretend nothing had ever happened when they were ready to move on, and then repeat the whole process the next time the subject was breached.
Frankly, Phoenix was tired of it. There was an elephant doing cartwheels in the room, and he was done ignoring it.
Of course, that determination began flagging as he approached Edgeworth's door. There was no question that this was going to be difficult; it may even turn out to be the most difficult thing he'd ever do, outside of the courtroom.
He slowed his pace, struggling with the rising urge to turn and let this be just another memory they can file away and forget about in time. Before he could stop himself, he knocked on the door.
Frankly, Phoenix was tired of it. There was an elephant doing cartwheels in the room, and he was done ignoring it.
Of course, that determination began flagging as he approached Edgeworth's door. There was no question that this was going to be difficult; it may even turn out to be the most difficult thing he'd ever do, outside of the courtroom.
He slowed his pace, struggling with the rising urge to turn and let this be just another memory they can file away and forget about in time. Before he could stop himself, he knocked on the door.