[Edgeworth pulls back and opens his eyes when he realizes they've stopped. He finds Phoenix smiling in a way that hurts his heart, it's so beautiful. A smile crosses his own lips too, genuine but tinged with a trace of melancholy, then he leans forward to press a gentle kiss on Phoenix's forehead, one hand raising to briefly run through his spiky hair (which has no right to be that soft given the way it looks).]
If I don't leave now I'll never be done in time for dinner. [His smile warms.] What a tragedy that would be.
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If I don't leave now I'll never be done in time for dinner. [His smile warms.] What a tragedy that would be.