[Soft and breathless, it's the only word Phoenix can say for several moments. Throughout Edgeworth's speech, he'd remained silently in awe, offering no protest even where it was clearly expected. (By the time he'd even thought to object, Edgeworth had already moved on, and he was rendered speechless anew.) Now he stands just as still, the only movement being the convulsive bob of his Adam's apple.
He's never been one to choke up during moments like this. Even in his younger, more emotional days, when he thought he'd never hear words as beautiful and loving as Dollie's, his chest had never ached so deeply or felt so full that he thought it might burst. Maybe it's that he didn't expect it from Edgeworth, or perhaps it's that he's older and no longer so naive. Maybe it's just because it's Edgeworth...
Whatever the cause, he's finding it very difficult to do more than sputter around the lump in his throat.]
I didn't think... I-- I mean, I knew that you... but you didn't have to...
[Realizing how ridiculous he must sound, he laughs, a quiet, breathless noise that sounds suspiciously like a sob, and then pulls Miles close to him. He rests his forehead against the other man's, eyes slipping shut, and wishes he could think of something equally beautiful to say back to him, but all he can seem to manage are a few, whispered words.]
God, Miles... You mean everything to me, you know that? Everything...
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[Soft and breathless, it's the only word Phoenix can say for several moments. Throughout Edgeworth's speech, he'd remained silently in awe, offering no protest even where it was clearly expected. (By the time he'd even thought to object, Edgeworth had already moved on, and he was rendered speechless anew.) Now he stands just as still, the only movement being the convulsive bob of his Adam's apple.
He's never been one to choke up during moments like this. Even in his younger, more emotional days, when he thought he'd never hear words as beautiful and loving as Dollie's, his chest had never ached so deeply or felt so full that he thought it might burst. Maybe it's that he didn't expect it from Edgeworth, or perhaps it's that he's older and no longer so naive. Maybe it's just because it's Edgeworth...
Whatever the cause, he's finding it very difficult to do more than sputter around the lump in his throat.]
I didn't think... I-- I mean, I knew that you... but you didn't have to...
[Realizing how ridiculous he must sound, he laughs, a quiet, breathless noise that sounds suspiciously like a sob, and then pulls Miles close to him. He rests his forehead against the other man's, eyes slipping shut, and wishes he could think of something equally beautiful to say back to him, but all he can seem to manage are a few, whispered words.]
God, Miles... You mean everything to me, you know that? Everything...