He let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding. He had expected to hear Phoenix say 'I need some time to think about this', or 'I can't do this with all the history'. What he'd said instead was unexpected, surprising, sentimental - all the things he found endearing.

If we weren't in public - and not just in public, surrounded by nurses - I would lean over this table and kiss you.

They were in public, in broad daylight, and though a part of Miles' brain, aged sixteen, wanted to ask 'hey, wanna go make out behind the bookstore?', or 'you know, I had this crazy dream about you last night, do you want to go re-enact it?', he refrained, instead, just smiling.

"Then, let's pick up where we left off, with one condition - no disappearances on either side. We leave this place together."

With that, Edgeworth extended a hand to Phoenix. "Does that seem fair?"