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[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a ~~step~~ladder correctly, Phoenix is currently laid up in bed, blue cast on his right leg, and an endless stream of whining ever at the ready.

He's also incredibly bored. Painting and drawing got old long ago, and he can't seem to stay focused on anything he tries to read. Never mind that he could probably pretty easily get out of bed and actually do something despite his (not very severely) broken leg...

He whines, over-dramatic, into the journal.]

Don't trust Larry Butz, everybody... he'll just break your bones and make you miserable...

...on a related note, come and sign my cast.

[With a bit of apprehension, he adds a filter.]

Um... Trucy? ...mind keeping your uh... old man... company for a little while?

[Good lord but he feels ridiculous even asking this of a teenager he's only just recently met.]

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He tried to climb a ladder I was standing on the top of.

I'd love for none of that to be true, but there you go.

Hm.

[ She hesitates. ]

Do you have company right now?

[ She's very much starting to get exasperated from being treated like a fragile thing by Wheatley, and she's still a bit more energetic from being helped to fall asleep with Jade's piano playing... ]

[He's taken aback by the question.]

Well, no... I'm here by myself, right now.

Oh.

... [ There's a notable pause. She's very awkward about this next part: ]

You should... have someone around. What bone did you break?

Where are you?...

My leg. My right leg.

[And he's equally awkward in his response]

Ah... I'm in Miles's room...

Then you'll need help.

[ She gently clears her throat. ]

What number is that?

So... did you two... as well?

[ She gently bends the journal page, and it wrinkles a bit. ]

502.

[Eyeing that wrinkle...]

...did we what?

[ She flushes. ]

You two seemed to like each other during the- that... when we were a family.

[ she explains, haltingly, the sound of the journal being picked up and some slow steps, and then a door opening. ]

[He blinks at that. So Wheatley hadn't told her about his confession that night some months ago?]

...yeah, you could say that. We still... "like each other."

Ah. Are you mates? [ she asks, as though this is the most normal thing to ask in the world, as she heads into the elevator. ]

[Sputtering and coughing; even though Wheatley had asked more or less the same thing, he still doesn't really expect these kinds of questions...]

Er... y...es...?

[ She glances at the journal curiously. ]

Are you alright? You sound sick. [ The awkwardness of such a question really flew over her head. ]

I'm fine, I'm fine... just not used to being asked things like that. Humans definitely don't say it like that.

... Oh. [ She can't help but chuckle slightly. ] What do you call it, then?

Different things, depending on the relationship status... er... "dating" is a good one?

[ She ambles out of the elevator, starting to head to the room. ]

There are different things? How do humans define the levels? On having mated or not yet?

[Wondering how he gets himself into these situations, he's going to make a valiant effort at explaining this with as little awkwardness as possible.]

Well... exclusively being with only one person usually constitutes "dating." Depending on the humans... "mating" can happen at any time in the process. Some humans... er... "mate"... before they're even dating, while others might wait until they're married.

[ She listens, giving him a little hum at the end of that as she thought of it. ]

So, the term "mates" can mean that the humans don't exclusively mate with each other.

And that means... I'm dating that moron. [ It sounds a bit awkward, doesn't it? She starts glancing at the door numbers... ]

Humans really don't call each other "mates"... um, ever...

...and if "that moron" is "Wheatley," then I thought you were dating officially for a while now!

Oh. That could explain a lot.

[ She shrugs, again, unseen. ]

Hm... honestly, I don't know what we are. We were married, and I still have my ring, but I don't know if he has his. And we live together, now. Does that mean we're married?

I don't think the marriages in that world count in this one, but maybe it all has to do with whether or not you want to be married.

[ She thinks this over. Would she want to be married? Didn't that mean he couldn't leave her, or something like that? She finds the room, but hesitates, asking him through the journal first: ]

Does being married mean that he won't ever leave?

[He might just be spitting out a response to that a little too quickly--almost as though he's thought about it before.]

It... means that he shouldn't ever leave. Sometimes people ditch marriages though--and sometimes they don't work out and both parties mutually agree to call it quits. But still, being married makes it... less likely for him to leave?

Hm.

Then, I hope he thinks the same.

[ But she quickly changes the topic. ] I'm here.

Oh, come on in then, the door's unlocked.

[Should she make her way down the hall and into Edgeworth's overly grand room, she'll find Phoenix sitting in the bed, pouting.]

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