A/N: For disclaimer, see chapter 1

After approximately an hour on both parts, the were seated at Miles' kitchen table with a steaming bowl of chicken and vegetables soup and a plate of beef and vegetables stew.

"I'm surprised you can cook, Wright," he said with an amused chuckle.

"Well, with me being single, still unpaid by my clients and not living with my parents, I had to learn…" Phoenix said with a sheepish smile.

"Well, here goes nothing," Miles said as he lifted a spoonful of the warm liquid to his mouth.

"Mmm," he said, surprised at the good taste. Phoenix lifted an eyebrow as he ate, pleased, yet amused at Miles' reaction.

'Yay, a smile!'

"This is good!" He said through his mouthful. He cringed at his lack of manners. He closed his mouth, swallowed his mouthful and ducked his head, embarrassed.

Phoenix chuckled. "You don't have to in front of me, Edgeworth. It's not like I had a full course on manners. In fact, I prefer you this way, you seem more like the Edgeworth I know and love." Phoenix then realized how it sounded and they both fixed their gazes on their plates, each embarrassed in his own way. They finished their meal in an uncomfortable silence. Phoenix went to take the dishes to the sink but Miles stopped him, taking the dishes from his hands. He put them in the dishwasher and then turned to face Phoenix. He did a double take when he suddenly noticed that he was right behind him, his face now a few inches from the other's face. From this close, he was able to look deeply into Phoenix's eyes... and to utterly and completely lose himself in their depth. His brain went on strike. Miles' eyes widened as Phoenix's face inched closer to his...

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Phoenix let out a disgruntled groan as he banged his head on his desk, in his office, yet again. "Why did the damn phone have to ring at THAT moment? bang Why? bang Why? bang WHY? BANG Ow, I think I'll stop doing that before damaging my brain more than it already is... ow..."

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Miles was in a similar mood in his bed, unable to sleep. As he tossed and turned, his thoughts were spinning around in his head, never stopping a second. 'Why did Gumshoe call at THAT moment? Why did I freeze like that? Why do I have these feelings about him? Where do they come from?' And so on and so forth...

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A/N: R&R!