[Backdated to around midnight. Action]

[cantacquityou]

 

[It was after midnight. Edgeworth was clad in a pair of deep-red pajamas, placidly enjoying a cup of tea in his kitchen, alternating between reading a chapter of the Steel Samurai manga, playing a digital game of chess, and idly researching comparisons between alternative medical treatments and conventional methods of medical practice of certain maladies on his tablet, when the Valentine's Day decor suddenly exploded into being all at once like some Harry Potter shit. Since he has headphones on, listening to 
Symphony No. 8 in B minor 'Unvollendete' by Schubert,  he doesn't notice the sudden change in decor until he looks up moments later.

He sighs. Another one of the castle's shenanigans, no doubt. He takes a few moments to check the Paradisa feed and notes that everyone else seemed to have the same 'problem,' so he realizes that it's probably unnecessary to make a castle-wide post inquiring about it.

He rises from the stool that he was sitting on, and walks about, surveying the place. As he descends the stairs towards his bedroom, his head turned upwards, studying the gaudy bedizenment of every nook and cranny of the place, he is certainly not prepared for the other part of the castle's surprise... 

He is, needless to say, very startled to find Phoenix Wright standing near the foot of his bed. His body tenses in fright upon seeing the unexpected visitor in his room, nearing dropping the tablet in hand. He begins to exhibit an array of speechless gestures of aggravation, including face!palming, clenching his fist and such, before he yells:]






...What the hell are you doing here?!


[/Edit: Room now looks something like this: Bed, Ceiling, Kitchen, and various elements from these rooms.  And when the lights are off, the walls of the room glows like this, this, and this. Others: Couch, Toilet, Misc1, Misc2, Misc3.]

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Phoenix just stays all the confused with Edgey

[takethat]

Ah...?

[Phoenix doesn't really know whether this means he should back away now before things explode, or he should stay right where he is, so he opts for the latter, just... hugging... because that's pretty much all he knows to do for someone who is clearly hurting emotionally. And he wants to hug poor, sad Edgey more often than not anyway.]

Re: Phoenix just stays all the confused with Edgey

[cantacquityou]

[Normally, Edgeworth isn't the type of person to enjoy being touched...at all. Normally, he'd be bothered, if not repulsed, by something like this. Given that he understands that Phoenix is simply intending to do whatever in his power to help him is actually comforting in spite of that fact... At the same time, however, he'd like to push him away as to not risk bursting into tears... At this point, he's not even sure what he wants to say. He starts off with nothing more than a:]


...Why-?

[takethat]

[Phoenix smiles a little at that and gives Edgeworth a (hopefully) comforting pat on the arm.]

You seemed so sad--I thought maybe this would help?

[cantacquityou]

Thank you. I feel worse.

[takethat]

[That... stings more than it should, being that his heart really is in the right place here, and he lets go the hug with a particularly bitter huff.]

I just wanted to help you. You've got to let somebody in someday. You can't stay unhappy and alone forever.

.5

[cantacquityou]

1.00

[cantacquityou]

what happened to getting along, boys??

[takethat]

Dammit, I wish I could leave.

[cantacquityou]

[Grips onto Phoenix's wrist.]

/MOOD SWINGS

[takethat]

....what?
[This is asked far more gently than he intended it to be. He really... just can't stay mad at Edgeworth very long at all.]

[cantacquityou]

I would have said, 'don't leave...'

...Not that you had the option to.

[takethat]

...yeah, I wonder how much longer that's going to last, anyway...

[cantacquityou]

...I know you mean well, Wright.

[takethat]

...it just hurts, for some stupid reason, that I can't ever seem to help you. I want--

["to make you happy" sounds too gay weird in his mind, so he pauses]

--I should stop being so emotionally invested in the happiness of my friends, but I can't change that about myself. I'm also positive you don't tell me the truth, ever, about what you're feeling, so I have to make these wild stabs in the dark about how to try to fix it.

[He's babbling now. Really quickly.]

You know how I am, right? I mean, you know that I can't just let it go when I see someone who could use my help. And I don't believe you when you say you don't need me--my help. You're my friend, after all.

[cantacquityou]

...And as my friend, I hope you realize that I am not very adept at expressing certain sentiments, and for the most part, I'd prefer not to. I find it easier to process such things on my own. Perhaps I derive a sort of morbid comfort from keeping such things to myself...But I believe that in the past, I have told you enough for you to understand... I trust no one.

[takethat]

I... know...

[sigh]

I know. You're my polar opposite as far as emotions are concerned. I just want so much to help you feel better when you're obviously sad. I don't think bottling everything up makes you feel very good at all... but if you really do want me to leave you alone, I'll... make more of an effort to do that in the future.

When we aren't trapped in a room together.

[cantacquityou]

...



I am going to present to you a hypothetical situation.

Let's say you have ...[he thinks for a moment]...a vase. You have something very precious in that vase. Sand, perhaps. [he gestures as he speaks]

...And let us say that this sand represents your life-force.

Now, you gather all of that sand into your vase. You guard this vase unflinchingly, and yet...at some point, this vase breaks. Someone comes along, when you least expect it, and breaks your vase. Of course, as a result, some of this sand is lost in the process. Some of it blows away, some swept into some unreachable crevasse. Obviously, since it's your life-force, this causes you immeasurable agony. You gather whatever remaining sand you are able, and trustingly transplant into a new vase. This time, you select an even sturdier vase, and place a great deal of faith in it. Sure enough, someone comes along and finds a way to break it again. Over time, this happens repeatedly until you are left with the faintest amount of sand you can salvage from the the cracks of the floorboard.

What would you do? Would you dare risk placing your last bit of sand into a new vase, knowing very well that it may break again? Or would you clutch onto it, in your fist, for dear life?

...It is not the perfect metaphor, but perhaps it might give you a better understanding...

[takethat]

....well... given that metaphor...




...I'd put the last bit of sand in another vase, because that seems like it'd stand a better chance than my fist! After all, the tighter you hold sand in your fist, the more likely it is to spill through the gaps anyway. [GRIN. It was a nice effort, Edgey.]

[cantacquityou]

...And by that response, It only seems that I am doomed to unhinge either way...

[takethat]

I do mean that as metaphorically as you could possibly take it, too, you know. You can't be expected to hang onto sand in your fist forever without some help. Maybe putting a little bit of the sand into a bunch of different vases would ensure that even if one of them was broken, you'd still have some sand left elsewhere.

/waves! =D

[cantacquityou]

That would be the more practical idea in the literal sense of the situation. Perhaps I should have used an hourglass as an example instead of a vase....

HI I MISSED YOU xD

[takethat]

It makes sense metaphorically, too. The more friends you have, the more support you've got when something goes wrong somewhere.

FO SRS

[cantacquityou]

Making friends was never a strong point of mine, either. Friendship requires a degree of trust, and once again, I trust no one.

/REACHES FOR

[takethat]

I think you'd like to believe that you don't trust anyone, but you seem to trust me pretty well.

REA-- WAIT, WHICH LIMB SHOULD I USE

[cantacquityou]

...For the time being...