They should, he supposed. The chilled numbness in his fingers said as much, but...a few more minutes wouldn’t matter, especially not after tomorrow. Just then, it was the lights that mattered, the way that strand draped around the balcony above them was sending colors dancing across dark hair and skin that hadn’t quite lost its late summer tan. Edgeworth watched his companion for a moment, lost in his study.

Finally, he gave a gentle shake of his head and turned away.

“In a bit, then. I’m not eager to start on whatever vapid holiday fare you’ve chosen for us this year.”