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[takethat]

[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a stepladder 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.]

Comments

[cantacquityou]

[A laugh at a couple of odd mental images]

Your legs aren't exactly stationary...

[takethat]

[Grumbling]

I still don't think they'd be that in danger...

[cantacquityou]

Oh, it has been only a week. What is another two?

[takethat]

It's supposed to be four to six weeks...

[cantacquityou]

Oh, I thought it would have been sufficiently better by then but if you are not opposed to waiting the full term, I don't see why not...

[takethat]

You're such an ass.

[Even as he says it, his eyes are twinkling--as Edgeworth's earlier comment, it's not meant seriously.]

[cantacquityou]

Oh, don't worry yourself. I'll still be here. No one is going to take me away from you.

[takethat]

Good.

[And now, in a flash, he's much more serious.]

I don't know what I'd do without you.

[That constant fear of Miles suddenly "going home" one day without warning has just reared up again.]

[cantacquityou]

Be a painter rather than a lawyer, more than likely.

[takethat]

Or be poisoned to death.

[cantacquityou]

You know, I had a bit of a similar experience, now that I think on it...

[takethat]

What do you mean?

[cantacquityou]

I, too, had a ...lover [The word doesn't seem to sit very well with him since it was nothing like the relationship that he shares with Phoenix.] ...who initially presented himself to be the total opposite of what he truly was.

[takethat]

[He's not really cool with one of those other men being called Edgeworth's "lover," either--particularly not after how hard he himself had to work for that label. He scowls.]

...well, what ended up happening?

[cantacquityou]

Well, at the very least he wasn't out to murder me... At least, I hope...

[takethat]

I thought I was your lover.

[cantacquityou]

Correction. You are my lover.


I just could not think of a better word to describe him.

[takethat]

I'd never call Dahlia my lover... my demonic ex-girlfriend, maybe...

[cantacquityou]

He wasn't my boyfriend, either.

[takethat]

[He visibly droops.]

This is kind of just making me feel worse.

[cantacquityou]

...that I felt nothing even close to them as I feel for you?

[takethat]

Can't you call them something else? Otherwise I feel like you just think of me as disposable like they were.

[cantacquityou]

Oh, Phoenix, you could never truly think that...

[takethat]

I can be concerned, can't I?

...and also really mad at all of them for hurting you? Can I just hate them for every reason?

[cantacquityou]

I cannot say the same for them all. But you are welcome to feel however you'd like.