The behavior erased Edgeworth’s doubts, if only long enough to send his fingers flying on the catch then the jamb of the window. He flung it open, as if desperate to remove the barrier between them, then leaned heavily on the windowsill while he stared out at his friend, his lips working soundlessly.

“Wright?” he finally managed, brokenly, searching his friend’s features as if in disbelief that they were there before him.