The emotions clashing in Edgeworth's eyes were plain as day to see, from vulnerable and wanting to nervous and uncertain, and the pace of his breathing met him a little quicker, the closeness of the defense attorney to him making him feel too hot. It was hard to swallow how good it felt to indulge in this, the prospective desire of being able to be affectionate with someone that he cared for so deeply, and the prosecutor could feel his self-control beginning to melt away just by gazing into the intensity of Phoenix's eyes. There was no doubt in his mind what he wanted right then...but then they were still there, trapped in an institute with no rhyme or reason to it, and they were in a room with onlookers who could see what they were doing even now...

...and he couldn't let this happen, not matter how much he wanted it.

Swallowing, Edgeworth's gaze reluctantly fell away, his hand holding Phoenix's so hard that he was nearly shaking. "...not here," he finally managed, his heart pounding and protesting in his chest. "Not now, I...we shouldn't."