Well you can come inside, unlock the door, take off your shoes,

[misterbluesky]

Characters: Truth/Phoenix Wright and Justice/Miles Edgeworth
Date/Time: Backdated to evening, Feb. 27
Location: Section Four housing, Level One
Rating: G, probably.
Summary: (Justice has no memory, and Truth is trying to handle it.)

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[extantlaw]

Justice sat awkwardly on the sofa, his journal open on his lap as he flipped through it. He followed back the inky traces of his own words in the hope that it would spark some familiarity - some awareness of who he was or why he was here beyond a name and the basic facts he had been told. But there was nothing - just the roughness of the paper against his fingertips and the smell of the leather as it warmed in his hands.

There's nothing quite like a good book.He only had a vague remembrance of getting from the other place to here - as vague as his memory of everything since he had blinked, opening his eyes into emptiness and to see that worried blue gaze that had barely left him alone since. Noise, confusion, someone crying, people talking at him one after the other. An attempt by a man with white hair to make him submit to a medical check - this he remembered. The latter he had refused, something about it filling him with a deep sense of claustrophobia that he could neither explain nor voice. Finally, the blue eyes had come to his

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He smiled a bit awkwardly, trying to keep his spirits up the best he could. He had lost Edgeworth, and now...well, they would just have to rebuild, start from scratch. He knew it would take a while, as he didn't even regard him with the same distant familiarity that he did when they had first hatched. It was almost frightening how quickly their bonds had been severed, and now Edgeworth didn't even have a dream to pull anything from...he was completely empty

[extantlaw]

There were any number of things he might have said in response to the admonishment not to worry. The faint sense of panic and disconnection was still there, along with a creeping fear that had grown as the enormity of what he appeared to have lost had begun to dawn on him. Simply, he could remember nothing prior to the last couple of hours - nothing here was even familiar to him, not even the man sitting beside him on the sofa.

Green drapes in a blue room are never a good idea.But instead he remained silent, taking a sip of the tea and finding that he did indeed like it, as the man Wright had claimed he would. It was hot - hot enough to burn his tongue slightly, but somehow he didn't mind. Somehow that just served to remind him that this was real, not a dream - that he had been deposited into a world he did not remember with people he did not know and that he knew himself even less. His left hand toyed absently with the edges of the torn note that had been tucked into the journal - it confirmed his name, at least, but he did not

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He blinked a few times, jerking his hand back quickly and instinctively bringing it to the very bottom of his scalp, running his fingers though the hair there and pulling a bit, nervously. He could feel the heat rising in his neck and ears.

"N-no! I mean...Well...It's just..."

Even he knew he had to bring his thoughts into order. He shook his head. Despite any feeling he may have for Justice, and they had been there for months, he'd never acted on them aside from kissing him that one time, and now...

Well, if he were honest, he would like to answer that as a yes. And if he wasn't Phoenix Wright, he might lie to take advantage of the situation. But he was Phoenix Wright, and that meant being honest. Well, as honest as he could be.

"No, we're not. We're...we're just friends. I guess, I mean...you don't really think about me like that, I don't think. And anyway, I mean..." His voice trailed off. "A-anyway, we're not."

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He knew as soon as the words had left his mouth that he'd been wrong - even before Wright spoke, the hand jerking away was an instant answer. Justice watched the blush that crept swiftly across Wright's face and neck, and he could feel a faint heat beginning in his own face in response as Wright stumbled around the question, giving the impression of a drowning man clutching at straws. If Justice could have unsaid the words he would have, the sense of having made a fool of himself suddenly both acute and almost painful.

"I see. I'm sorry, that was..."

Stupid of me? Justice swallowed that answer, his lips setting in a firm and stubborn line. The man was not unattractive, and it had been a reasonable theory, given the circumstances and the conversation. And somehow Wright's sudden floundering and stumbling over words annoyed him in some vague way that made no sense whatsoever. Irritation and embarrassment struggled for dominance and eventually Justice cursed, deliberately averting his gaze from Wright's direction.

[Let's take a long