Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [UNFINISHED]

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Who: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [CLOSED]
Where: Apartment 105 in the Tenements, then out into the city.
When: After this log between Harry Potter and Miles Edgeworth
What: Phoenix freaks out about Miles' sudden disappearance. Plans to search for a way out turn to a discussion about the Church and a mission to find clothes and other

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Phoenix glanced up towards him, somewhat shocked.

"What, really?" he asked, shock turning to amusement. "Man, you really think I'm that much of a lightweight?" With how casual his speech was turning, it was easy to see that he was... loosening up. "There's no way a six-pack of beer could make me pass out." He listened to Miles, however, grabbing the rest of the pack and heading into the living room, slumping against the couch and setting the rest on the coffee table. He sighed, glancing out the window. "...It's too dark out there," he murmured. "Darker than night should be."

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Miles tried hard not to smirk. Really, he tried. "No, I wouldn't consider you a lightweight. However, unsophisticated is a different story."

Alcohol consumption or not, he was going to rib at Phoenix regardless. He probably wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway. Despite Phoenix's tolerance, Miles felt somewhat relieved that he decided to listen to him after all. He finished off his ramen before moving to follow after, taking what remained of his own beer with him, choosing to sit on the couch instead of joining him on the floor.

"You'd think we'd be accustomed to it by now." Even if he was stuck here for longer, Miles could never imagine actually getting used to it. Now, glancing outside the window, it looked as if the world ended outside and there was nothing. The light was so distant it seemed fake.

The topic of conversation seemed to be taking a depressing turn, so he took another sip of his beer.

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"I am not unsophisticated." He pointed towards Miles, beer bottle in hand. He took another drink, sighing some, and slight slumped against the couch. He already missed taking cases, and he'd only been gone for less than a week. Jeez, he'd gone way longer without work before. Edgeworth probably had no idea how that felt. Phoenix decided not talk with him about it. Maybe if Edgeworth had become a defense attorney like he was supposed to...

Phoenix frowned slightly. He knew he was irrationally upset, but, well, he was also halfway through his third beer.

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Miles pressed his lips together in a thin smirk. The urge to argue back with Phoenix was overwhelming: of course it was also exceedingly pointless, and it would probably go back and forth all night.

Somehow, he had finished his first beer, while Phoenix was already downing his third. Miles squinted at the bottle, not even sure exactly how he managed to drink it all. He felt fine, even if the beer was rather strong from sitting there for so long. He just felt.. warm.

Setting the bottle down, he reached for a second one, having to lean down for it. Leaning down for it allowed Miles to catch a glimpse of Phoenix's face, and even though it was barely illuminated by the flickering lanterns, he could definately notice the expression on it.

Frowning slightly, Miles lowered himself off the couch so he was sitting next to him on the floor, casting a sideways glance at Phoenix while he worked on popping the cap off with his left hand.

"Wright, are you okay?"

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Phoenix glanced over, suddenly, grinning a little. "Yeah! Why wouldn't I be? I mean, besides this... crazy darkness thing..." He shrugged, watching Edgeworth carefully.

"I'm really glad you came here," he suddenly admitted.

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The darkness was going to drive him nuts eventually. Not that Miles was very active outdoors, it was just.. so much better when you could actually see.

His struggle earned him with another opened bottle. He was getting skilled at that. Bringing it to his lips, he took another swallow. It didn't taste as bad as it did before.. but he was still aware of not drinking too much.

Phoenix's statement caused him to raise an eyebrow, setting the bottle down with his hand lightly holding it.

"Hn." Miles smirked faintly, glancing towards the broken TV. "I figured I'd be the last person you'd want to run into."

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"Really?"

Phoenix glanced towards him, slightly surprised. Maybe Miles wasn't the first one he'd like to run into, but he was certainly up there -- and definitely not the last.

"Nah. You're not. After all, we work together really well, and... I think, if I had to ask for anyone who would get me out of this problem, it would be you. Sure, there are people I know better, but it doesn't change the fact that I could escape easiest with you. I really believe that."

He finished the rest of his beer almost too quickly. There was still one left in the case, but he let it alone for now.

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Miles processed that quietly, feeling slightly sluggish after one and a half beers. How Phoenix was still conscious after three left him rather confused, but he wasn't going to bring attention to it.

"I figured.. you'd still be mad." There was an odd pensive feeling hanging over him, which his more rational side blamed on the liquid he was consuming. Trying to watch what he said was easier said than done.

"I practically had to force you to accept my help at home."

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Phoenix paused. They'd already talked about this, hadn't they? Or... had Phoenix only forgiven him in thought and not in word?

"I was at first," he murmured. "It's... why I yelled at you this morning. But... but you don't have to worry about that anymore." Phoenix shook his head, decided he felt kind of dizzy when he did that, and stopped, instead smiling towards Edgeworth.

"I'm not angry anymore."

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Miles was all ready to add something else to it, how perhaps he shouldn't be forgiven so easily, when he glanced back at Phoenix and froze. He blinked at his smile. Why was he smiling at him?

...

And why did Miles feel his face flush? It was totally the alcohol. He was drinking too much. After setting the bottle down and eyeing it suspiciously, Miles straightened up a little, feeling rather sheepish suddenly.

"That's good. I'm... glad."

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"Me too," Phoenix admitted, his grin widening. "It's useless to be so upset about that now, isn't it? It's... been a while... and if I want things to be upset about, there are plenty of other things to find... right?"

He set his glass on the table, not meeting Edgeworth's gaze.

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"...Of course." Of course what? Miles couldn't think of anything else to be upset at. Oh, besides being stuck in the dark anyway. But even now that didn't seem so bad.

As pointless as the action was, Miles watched him quietly, mainly catching his face in the dim light. "You always did make a bright side to everything."

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"Oh?" Phoenix smiled a little. "I didn't think you'd notice something like that about me, but I guess it's true... there always has to be a bright side. If there's not, how can we go on living?" he gestured towards the lantern, as if trying to use it to make a point.

"...Even when you left," he began, "I always had hope you'd come back. I spent that whole year thinking every time the door opened, every time the phone rang, every time I got a letter, it was you... and then one day you finally did come back." He smiled. "See? It pays to be hopeful, in that way."

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"You're very easy to read, Wright." Miles quirked an eyebrow again, expression reflecting a sort of lazy amusement.

He shifted a little so his arm was bent and on the couch, leaning his face against it, angling himself towards Phoenix slightly in the process. "Yes, and I was greeted with something akin to 'I wish you stayed dead'." He mused, although his face stayed the same. "You certainly didn't look like you wanted me back at all."

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"...I know," Phoenix answered quietly. "I've always been very fickle." He grinned a little, then quickly looked away. "I guess... I didn't like it, when you came back... thinking we could pick up where we'd left off. I guess I didn't like that you came back so much later than I wanted you to..." He shook his head. "And I was... stressed out about that case. I didn't... really mean that."

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"I thought that because, well.." Miles glanced off to the side, back towards the television again. "..I was overwhelmed. I had to leave. I did not stop to think that I would be missed." He pushed his lips together neutrally, his lack of sleep and alcohol intake making it hard to focus. The warmth he felt and the comfort of leaning against the couch, despite possibly causing hell when he woke up and realized how stiff he was, made him not want to move.

"I spent my whole life pushing everyone away. It was hard to trust anyone, including myself, especially after..." He trailed off, eyes distancing for a moment before he swallowed sharply and continued. "..that incident."

Miles glanced back at Phoenix, smiling again. "But you.. you never gave up on me, no matter how hard I tried..." He trailed off once more, pausing. A soft chuckle suddenly escaped him, sitting up and placing a hand on his forehead.

"Forgive me, I'm just rambling nonsense now. Perhaps we should get some rest."