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[ofconstellationsandsnakes]

edgelord-dl6​:

    “Yes, I–… Yes.” He blurts a little too quickly, taken aback by that most eligible bachelor comment, forgetting to breathe, and think. “Wait–” He parts from Phoenix, just enough to be able to look at him. Miles pauses there, greys to browns. One hand on his shoulder, the other, gently, against his chest. He studies the flushed face, brain working over-time. Miles is, suffice it to say, out of his element.

    “I’m…not holding you to any standards, Wright. I don’t know how to do this, either. I’m– I feel completely in the dark.”

    There’s a soft sort vulnerability in his voice. An admittance. He’s scared. He is also going to be, as his dearest friend had put it, “frustrating, and skittish”, he’s almost certain of it.

    Miles closes his eyes, and breathes his next words like a confession, “But I want to spend tonight with you, yes. More than anything. And then, we’ll…” He stumbles, eyes open, and smiles a little, almost searchingly “…I don’t know. But we’ll do it together, like always, won’t we…?”

     Phoenix feels some of the tension leave him, when Miles tells him that there are no expectations. He still worries that he will find a way to fuck things up spectacularly enough that Miles will eat crow, but it’s enough to stuff that insecurity back down to be dealt with later when he’s more emotionally prepared.

     Now that his rabbit-quick pulse has had time to settle, the comprehension seems to be hitting him in waves-- the first being that Miles had said yes. With no hesitance. There’s that novel feeling of being desired again, and it makes Phoenix’s chest feel like there’s something warm swelling within him and threatening to spill over, not at all like the anxiety that had just been in it’s place.

      “We’ll do it together.” Phoenix agrees, punctuating it with a nod. He flushes just a little more as he adds: “There’s no one I would trust with this more than you.” 

      He feels like he’s been on a rollercoaster-- so many emotions hitting him in full swing all at once. He lets his head tip back, softly thunk-ing against the stucco wall that they’re still parked near. He lets out a long breath, staring up at the stars as he gathers himself again, though he’s unable to keep the pleased grin off of his face. He wants to... to jump for joy or to climb to the roof of the tallest building in the city and shout his triumph into the sky. He did it! He asked Miles Edgeworth on a real date! The victory celebrations can wait-- at least until after their date.

     Phoenix clears his throat again, turning his gaze back to Miles.

     “So... are we still on for dinner, or are you going to kiss me against this wall all night?” He can’t quite resist the urge to be a smartass now that he’s feeling a little more like himself. He slides his hands up Mile's arms a little higher, squeezing at his biceps gently, and it takes his brain a second to catch up to what he said. “Not... that I’m complaining either way.”