• Edgeworth drove into the parking structure of the Prosecutions Office and pulled into his spot, marked by a small sign on the chain link fence just across from it; the sign read, “Reserved for Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth”. He got out of the car smoothly and walked around to the trunk of the car. He opened the trunk to get his briefcase… and to also check for any unwanted corpses. After doing so, he shut the trunk and started toward the elevator that would take him to his office on the top floor. He froze in mid-step when he sees Wright with his knees to his chest, leaning against the wall next to the pay phone. Edgeworth walked over to him cautiously, not wanting to startle him.

    He stood in front of him for a bit, hoping Wright would acknowledge him. When he didn’t, Edgeworth muttered, “Wright?”

    Wright jerked his head up in surprise and shock. I didn’t notice him here; I didn’t even hear his car pull in! Wright glanced at Edgeworth’s bright red car, shining dully under the faint light of the parking garage. “Oh, uh… Hey M-Miles…” he managed to push out, sounding quite strained yet barely audible, even to himself.

    Edgeworth knew something was terribly wrong, Wright never used his first name casually; it was always uttered in the worst situations. Should I ask? Maybe it’s too personal. What if he wants me to ask what’s wrong? Screw it. “Um, what’s… what’s the matter?” he finally asked, genuine concern written on his face.

    Phoenix looked up at him, on his face was a mixture of disbelief and sadness. He then picked up a folded newspaper he had beside him on the pavement. He held it out roughly, turning his head to the side a bit, almost afraid of it as he waited for Edgeworth to grab it.

    Edgeworth hesitated. He didn’t notice the newspaper laying there before, in fact, it was the same newspaper he just bought this morning. Was I too worried about Wright…? He took it carefully and unfolded it. He started reading the main article, after looking at the picture in the middle. The picture was of an overturned bus, totaled cars lying around it. He gasped as he read; pausing on a name he’d think would never be in a newspaper. Maya. She was riding the bus with three other people, including the driver, when it crashed. She was the only survivor.

    Edgeworth struggled to talk. “O-oh my… Phoenix, I…” He couldn’t finish his sentence when he seen the look of despair on Wright’s face. It was heart wrenching.

    Phoenix blushed for a quick second before remembering Maya. He couldn’t think of anyone else but her at this moment. He looked up slowly when he seen the light covered by a shadow. Edgeworth’s arm was extended down to him, he was looking away, slightly embarrassed by his sudden kindness.

    “C’mon, get up from this place. It’s not a place to be when you’re depressed. I’ll make some tea; I guarantee that it will make you feel better.” Edgeworth almost blurted out. Damn, why am I so nervous?! I’m only helping out a friend!
    

    Phoenix looked up at him in disbelief. He smiled and settled his hand into Edgeworth’s, acknowledging the smooth roughness of his hand while also allowing himself to be helped up from the floor. He followed the prosecutor into the elevator and up into his office.

    Phoenix sat comfortably on Edgeworth’s maroon couch, which stood against the left side of the room. He watched Edgeworth plop the newspaper on his desk and set his briefcase on the floor. He also watched him move to the farthest corner of the room, where his tea set and assorted teas were kept. Phoenix took in the room; it was basically the same as last time he’d seen it. Very maroon and… flamboyant. He glanced to where the bouquet of flowers from Oldbag had been. They were gone, of course. Flowers die. What replaced it was his King of Prosecutors trophy. Wright wondered why he had kept it; Edgeworth always hated it. He also looked where the Silver Samurai statue was standing. That, too, was gone, for an unknown reason. What replaced it surprised him; it was the picture Lotta took after Edgeworth’s trial, so long ago. Wright smiled.

    Edgeworth walked toward him with two steaming cups of tea in his hands, both cups were decorated in swirls of bright maroon paint, just as Wright expected. Edgeworth handed a cup to Wright, who took it eagerly. Edgeworth sat down carefully next to Wright. They sat there for a while, sipping their tea.

    Finally, Edgeworth asked, “So um… What exactly happened?” Wright made no move to reply, only sat there sipping his tea with a blank look on his face, making Edgeworth nervous. He was about to repeat himself when Wright spoke suddenly.

    “She was… taking the bus to… somewhere… when it crashed.” Phoenix said sadly, then going back to sip his tea.

    “Oh.” Edgeworth managed to say. “Do you know if… there was foul play involved?” He asked, already thinking of getting the best detectives in the precinct on the case, if necessary. Wright glanced at him.

    “I don’t.” He said. “I was just getting to my office when I got the call from Gumshoe… He sounded… out of sorts.” He then sat his cup on the coffee table and put his head in his hands. He sighed shakily, as if he was going to burst out crying.

    Edgeworth was speechless. Finally, he asked, “Do you… want to go see her?” He pulled his hand up and hesitated, thinking whether he should… He laid his hand on his friend’s back.

    “I tried already…” He replied. “Since she was the only survivor and was terribly hurt, they wouldn’t let me see her.” Wright sighed, picked up his cup and took one long sip.

    “Ah, I see.” He said. He mentally punched himself. That’s all I can say? What the heck happened to my entire vocabulary?! He drained his cup, and then got up to fix himself another. He heard Wright drain his cup also.
    

    “…What kind of tea is this?” Wright asked almost to no one. He looked in his cup, as if the answer would be written in tea leaves.

    Edgeworth looked at the package; he’d just picked up any package when he first made the tea. “Chamomile.” He read. He didn’t even know he had that kind.

    “Chamomile… I seriously took you for a green tea kind of guy.” Wright said half-heartedly, with a slight chuckle in his voice. Edgeworth flushed.

    “I heard uh, that chamomile is supposed to help you relax, and relieve stress. I’d think you’d need it.” He blurted quite quickly, his last sentence making them both blush.

    “So… that’s why I feel so… tired then…” Wright said with a slight yawn. “This kind of tea is good for a stressful lawyer like me…” Edgeworth heard the shuffling of clothes, but thought nothing of it.

    “I’ll get you some then. Maybe.” Edgeworth said. When he didn’t hear a reply for some time, he forced out a fake cough, comically fake. He was flustered by the awkward silence. He asked, “So… are you going to be okay for now?” No answer. He turned around and looked where Wright was sitting, but he wasn’t sitting anymore. He had laid down and slept silently. Edgeworth blushed furiously. He himself had never fallen asleep there, let alone someone else, especially Wright!

    Edgeworth had no idea what to do in this situation. He paced around the room, hoping that it would help him think of something to do. When he heard Phoenix mumbling in his sleep, he walked closer, curious. “Miles… thanks…” Was all Wright uttered, before settling into a comfortable position. Edgeworth was taken aback, flustered, but smiled. He took off his maroon coat and laid it over the sleeping form of Phoenix Wright.