Phoenix," Edgeworth began languidly, "Tell me, what's the matter with you?" Phoenix's eyes seemed to darken at this question. "What's wrong with me?" He scrolled fingers through the obsidian pointed at his head, forcing himself to remain calm. He didn't want to say anything he would later regret. "I don't know what you're talking about weeks since he confessed his feelings for the. lawyer; something he didn't want to do, but he would say something in his mind had deceived him, however, to his surprise they had dates, Phoenix's lips escaping him every time he tried to capture them with his This It was more daunting than he would admit. He had already asked if it had all been a mistake, having let his doubts plague him too much, but Phoenix assured him over and over again that it wasn't. "The thought of any kind of intimacy with your partner is that upsetting?" Phoenix's eyes hardened, head turning to meet Edgeworth's gaze. "Is that all you think about? Can't we just enjoy each other's company?" The prosecutor couldn't understand why Phoenix sometimes appeared so stressed. "You know that's not what I meant. I'm not promiscuous. I'm simply curious as to why you're unlikely to let me hold your hand." “I think…” Phoenix licked his dry lips, gathering the words carefully in the back of his mind. “I think maybe I got into this thing too quickly.” Edgeworth remained indignant towards him. All he could do was not get overly emotional. His worst dreams were coming true. “What do you mean by that?” “What do you think he means?” Enraged... middle of paper... do you want this?" he asked, his ash gray eyes searching dark brown for answers. He had to stop before there became a real chance to take advantage of Phoenix who realized he had forced the Phoenix's eyes clouded with emotion as he reminded himself of what a fool he had been. "I love you," he said with complete confidence. Edgeworth also showed his stupidity, looking at Phoenix as if he had been crushed. "I love you." Edgeworth had been true to his feelings for so long, it was an incredible thrill to watch him. lastly he did the same. He pulled Edgeworth down; their bodies spoke a language they never could, blending a symphony of pure bliss. Phoenix knew - and probably always had - that this was something he could never give up. He wasn't an idiot after all.