Epilogue
"I never expected our wedding day to turn out like this," Phoenix said happily.
"No, certainly not," Miles agreed. "Though nothing ever turns out as expected with you, does it?"
"I guess not!" Phoenix grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.
"That's alright," Miles sighed in resignation. "I suppose it's fitting. The courtroom is where it all started, after all."
"Speaking of which," Phoenix said with a touch of nervousness creeping into his voice. "Did you mean what you said in there? That you believe me?"
"Of course!" Miles said.
"But how can you know?" Phoenix looked away, abashed. "I guess Payne got to me a bit in there."
"Wright. Take that," Miles murmured, pressing something into Phoenix's palm.
"Oh, now you're last-naming me?" Phoenix chuckled weakly, a smile that didn't quite reach the eyes, before looking down into his hand.
Resting in his palm was his defense attorney's badge.
"I don't understand. . . what are you trying to say?" he whispered.
"Simply that you taught me to believe in my clients," Miles said softly. "As you said, even humans can't conclusively prove love. If I demanded proof, then where will it ever end? No, you don't doubt your clients, and I don't doubt you."
"And if I hurt you?"
"Then we'll cross that bridge when we get there. I know how hard crossing bridges is for you."
Phoenix stared, dumbfounded. "You didn't. . . ."
Miles smirked. "You'd just have to eat your words."
"Miles!"
"We'll argue until sense comes crashing into you."
". . . . . ."
"Have something to say, dear?"
"Objection!"