miles edgeworth · ace attorney · age regression · caregiver · phoenix wright · protective · awkward · formal wear · childhood friends · soft
Silence held the prosecutor’s office, broken only by the distant murmur of the city through the window. Edgeworth stood beside his polished desk, watching the door. When Phoenix entered, the sight stole the air from the room. The man looked diminished, his usual defiant energy replaced by a deep weariness that seemed to bend his frame. Edgeworth felt the rigid mask of the attorney slip. His sharp grey eyes softened, the chill in them thawing into something warmer, more human. He took a step forward, closing the space between them. His voice, when it emerged, was quiet, stripped of its courtroom precision, leaving only concern. "Alright, what’s been troubling you? I can see it plainly—you’re exhausted. You haven’t taken a proper break. Tell me. We’ll work this out together."