Klavier could have died, either from not breathing because he was laughing too hard or because Ema's expression was just too priceless. Though it was just as likely that Ema would kill him herself, and she certainly didn't look too pleased with him.
"Fop. You better have a damn good reason for waking me up." If looks could kill, Klavier would be roasting over an open flame. If only.
"I do, dear fräulein."
"...Out with it then."
Klavier teased the detective, beginning to mouth a word before hesitating and repeating until finally Ema intervened.
"Leave me alone. I'm sure whatever it is can wait." She snarled and tucked her head back into the crook of her arm, leaning awkwardly and uncomfortably against the wall. The prosecutor honestly couldn't say he wasn't amused by her flailing around, but he knew laughing would bring the wrath of Skye upon his head.
He shimmied back to his side of the elevator, when an idea struck him. Klavier was much too good, and he felt a pang of guilt for anyone that wasn't as gorgeous or famous or intelligent as he, seeing as he had thought of something all by himself.
Now, to enact phase alpha of a plan that would certainly end with hilarity. Or a broken face, but he was sure he could charm his way out of the harm.
Klavier curled up into a ball, laid his cozy jacket over himself and feigned sleepiness. Pft, like he would actually be able to sleep with such anticipation.
After another batch of outdated and repulsive elevator tracks, Ema gave up all hope of sleeping. She was too jumpy and continued to glance over her shoulder to see if Klavier was preying on her. It was frustrating, but she wouldn't let him play with her.
However, her delusional, sleepless mind wouldn't have any of that.
"...You know, you're pretty..." Ema tossed over to face the other side of the box, "Annoying, I mean. I mean I think I mean. Is your hair pointy at the end? Like, sharp? You must use as much hair gel as Mr. Nick..." She chuckled, twisting back and hiding her scarlet face from the other occupant. Had she just asked him a personal question? What was going on here?
But thankfully, it didn't seem like there would be an answer coming from Klavier.
Ema pushed her back into the corner, trying again to find a comfortable pose. She started mumbling and muttering about Snackoos. How wonderful they were, her favorite flavors, that one time the corner store had a two for one deal, the whole shebang. And eventually, her ramblings led her to another topic.
"You know, I miss Mr. Edgeworth. He was great, you know? Well, I guess you don't really know, but I know. And he was great. He had pretty hair, pretty eyes, and he wasn't even afraid to wear pink to court. Now that's a real risk. And he always told me that I would be a great forensic investigator. But...now I can't even do that right. He'd be really disappointed if he came and visited again, wouldn't he? Of course he would. He was the perfect prosecutor! And I can't even do this job right... I mean, who would take a detective seriously? No offense to Gumshoe, but..." Ema trailed off, wrapped her arms about her knees and lowered her head. The fop wasn't even talking and she felt like crying.
But that wasn't his fault. She had been the one to bring the whole thing up. Whatever, blaming Gavin made her feel better. So Ema would do just that.
"Fräulein, something wrong? You stopped talking."
Ema fumbled around again, kicking the air with little regard to what the air might be feeling. This whole not-sleeping thing wasn't working out great; the air had feelings now.
"No! Nothing's wrong. It's just...too bright. That's what."
"I can fix that for you." Klavier calmly maneuvered his way back to his feet and held his jacket out to the detective. His companion gave him a confused glare, and he took that as an invitation to show her what to do. "Oh, fräulein. You're quite out of it, aren't you? Here."
He pulled her hands out of their interlocked state with an uncanny amount of ease, doing the same until she finally laid flat on the probably disease-ridden floor of the elevator. Ema grabbed her purse and made it a makeshift pillow, and Klavier dropped his jacket over her face.
Ema hadn't been expecting that part. It was promptly ripped off and flung over to him. "What was that for?"
"You said it was too bright, didn't you? Well, if you just put it over your pretty little face, it's magically much darker. Good, ja?" Klavier beamed, making a mental note to maybe ask Fräulein Wright for some other magical tricks.
"...But your cologne. It's absolutely repulsive." Ema moped, but Gavin would have none of it.
"Well, you'll have to suck it up then." He picked up his stylish purple jacket and put it over Ema's face again. "And since my generosity has left me without any warmth, I'll take a spot a bit closer to mein fräulein for the night. It's only fair."
Ema groaned out an complaint, but the heavy material drowned it out. And before she knew it, she had a German rock god much closer then she had ever hoped. He nuzzled what the detective assumed to be his face into her shoulder, and she could swear she heard him laugh.