Phoenix's words coupled with his touch swelled uncomfortably in the prosecutor's chest, a deep knot forming and feeling too stretched out by the nature of the conversation. There was no denying to himself how much he wanted Phoenix's attentions, but...their situation was too precarious to even think about it. More than anything, Edgeworth was scared that anything between them might be used against them, and flaunting their emotions in the form of a relationship seemed to be welcoming the idea.

It almost hurt then, when Phoenix was being so open and affectionate about the entire situation. Edgeworth's hand didn't pry easily when Phoenix tried to pull it from his bicep, but he ultimately relented, his fingers moving to intertwine with Phoenix's just as he had done the night before. "...before I was brought here, I was on a plane back home," Edgeworth admitted quietly, his focus remaining away from Phoenix in an almost reluctant sort of way. "After I left, I...couldn't exactly make sense of why I had done what I did when...when you needed me." Gripping Phoenix's hand tightly, Edgeworth's brow furrowed, his expression turning deeply bothered. "But being here now...I don't really know what we're supposed to do about any of it."