That was a relief, at least. Phoenix would've felt awkward if he'd disrupted three peoples' nights just because a guy in a funny coat decided it was human lie detector playtime. He almost asked what had been done to Javert, then thought better of it. Another time. He didn't want to go too much deeper into those topics right now.

"Ah- right." Lying down and listening to people talk weren't things Phoenix normally did at the same time, and the latter had completely taken priority over the former. He reached over to turn off the flashlight, then scooted into the spot next to Edgeworth, trying to negotiate the uncertainty of shoulders and legs before settling on pillowing his head on one arm, the other looped around Miles loosely. That was better, he had to admit. He felt like an old man, disproportionately tired for someone who'd walked less than a block in the course of the night.

"I can't believe you're wearing a three-piece suit in bed," he mused, amusement audible as he found the starched border of a cravat-pleat and tugged at it lightly. He hadn't expected him to strip down or anything, but he could've at least taken off his necktie, maybe undone a collar-button or his vest.

Those are all things that normal people do, I guess, he thought, a sort of appreciation below the aggravation.

"Tell me you don't sleep in this, too."