From the look on Phoenix's face, it was clear that he didn't believe the former half of Edgeworth's words, but he was appreciative of the effort. He'd made a mess of the entire situation, as innocent as he'd thought the words had been when they'd flitted through his head and he'd spoken carelessly. The fact that Edgeworth had let him go immediately after had expressed a sort of an aversion to what Phoenix had said and done, though, and the latter of Edgeworth's words confused the defense attorney.

"...you said that we would need to talk about 'this'," Phoenix started cautiously, as he looked back at Edgeworth. "I...don't know what you were referring to specifically."

Phoenix was reluctant to call 'this' topic anything - especially when he'd probably been transparent about his feelings, while Edgeworth had been anything but. The prosecutor had still left Phoenix and America behind in his version of the world, and their friendship was only a friendship - and while Phoenix knew he could depend on Edgeworth for anything, especially considering his actions when Phoenix had nearly killed himself running over the burning bridge, he wasn't sure of the nature of Edgeworth's attachment to himself.