Surprise, surprise

[edge_of_honor]

Characters: Miles Edgeworth and Hisoka Kurosaki
Content: Two old comrades touch base and inform the other about what's been going on in their corner of Reial
Setting: Upper deck of the Convoy; later on, Edgeworth's quarters
Time: After Hisoka and Souji land, before the drinking begins
Warnings: Possible mentions of traumatic events

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[edge_of_honor]

Edgeworth felt the mattress shift and looked up at Hisoka, only to see his back. Tension ran through the air like electricity and prickled his skin and settled in his bones. However, deep in his very core, he was steadied by a strong sense of resolve. Any other answer would have been false and brittle, no matter what his wants and desires may have been.

Then Hisoka turned around and smiled at him. Why did he have to smile at him? Edgeworth's chest tightened with guilt, and felt as if someone had slid a cold, sharp blade right between his ribs. However, before he could say anything, Hisoka had walked out.

His footsteps echoed through the hall and through his mind. Strange. Just a moment ago he had apologized for how small his quarters were, but now they seemed entirely too big.

He couldn't waste his thoughts on this, though. Not now. It was late, he was tired, and one could only guess what they needed to do tomorrow. Right now, he needed sleep. He stooped over to pull his boots off and stood up to undress, and after he had put his clothing away, he trudged over to his bed and forced himself onto the mattress.

There was still some warmth left. He ignored it and closed his eyes, with the hope that sleep would come soon.

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