[RL 16: My Funny Valentine; Edgeworth, Maraich]

[samuraiprosecutor]

((OOC: Taking place 2-15-08 comm time, early evening.))

The knocking called him away from his office, and a glare was firmly fixed on his face as he made his way to the foyer. He had been in the office all morning (and afternoon, and the early part of the evening) and would probably have (eventually) been leaving his work anyway, to satisfy his less important but extremely persistent need for sustenance. But having to leave work unfinished, without even reaching a convenient stopping point, irked him. Where he would have internalized the frustration if his body had been the cause, he instead had a target on which to blame the interruption.

Sigi was already waiting by the door, and looked up as his master came into the room. Edgeworth opened the front door and scowled into the hall, but froze when he saw his visitor.

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[maraich]

"You haven't answered my question. Why not?" he repeated it.

[samuraiprosecutor]

His scowl didn't soften but his voice did, slightly. "Because of the intentions behind it."

[maraich]

"You make it sound like someone's out to get you," he wasn't taking Edgeworth too seriously. He thought he was over-reacting.

[samuraiprosecutor]

"Aren't you?" He tilted his chin up, suppressing the useless urge to cross his arms.

[maraich]

"Not in a bad way."

[samuraiprosecutor]

"That is entirely a matter of opinion."

[maraich]

"So you think it's a bad thing?"

[samuraiprosecutor]

"For me, yes, it is."

At his side Sigi whined quietly, and he absently petted the dog's head, his gaze dropping to the side. "I've said in the past I have no desire for...emotional entanglements."

[maraich]

"Right," he answered very monotone. He stood quietly in place for awhile. For the moment he was doing his best to keep his expression from wavering. This was the sort of risk anyone had to take with love.

He held out the box again, "Take it anyway."

[samuraiprosecutor]

As the silence stretched on Edgeworth looked back at Maraich - standing in the doorway with an indecipherable expression on his perfect face - and his brows furrowed, uncertainty flashing across his features. Despite the advances he'd spurned over the years (from those few co-workers who'd been brave enough to not be put off entirely by his unapproachable demeanor) he'd never had to turn down anyone whose company he actually enjoyed; never rejected anyone he wished to keep contact with after.

But letting the man labor under false hope would serve no purpose. Being anything less than stern with him would only delay the inevitable.

Maraich suddenly offered the box to him again, and in spite of his conviction he couldn't do anything more than stare at it for several long moments. "Why? I can't accept it in the way you wish."

[maraich]

"Knock it off. It's because I made it for you," he retorted, still holding it out. He had no intention of leaving there with that box. And, at this point, he didn't want to stick around any longer than he had to.

[samuraiprosecutor]

After a long pause he reached out and took the box awkwardly in his left hand. Upon closer inspection he could better see the skill with which it had been decorated. A sweet, easily recognizable scent drifted up from the box and he shut his eyes, breathing deeply. When he opened them he noticed Sigi lifting his head and sniffing curiously at the box as well.

Finally he returned his gaze to Maraich's. "I'm sorry you..." He paused, averted his eyes but forced himself to look back. "I'm...sorry."

[maraich]

Maraich was still holding himself together. He didn't know how to respond to Edgeworth, so he stayed silent for a bit after that.

Then, shifting gears, he stepped back and wrapped his hands around the handles of the stroller, "Well, that's all we came here for. We need to get going before it's too dark."

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth was grateful when the awkward silence was finally broken, but unsure of what to say in response. Eventually he settled on a somber nod.

[maraich]

"Well then," he gave a half-hearted wave and started heading back down the hallway to the elevator.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Miles watched him go, knowing something should be said but unsure of what. When Maraich rolled the stroller into the elevator he finally stepped back into his apartment, shutting the door (after some fumbling and shifting of balance) with his foot.

He carried the box to the living room, setting it gently on the ottoman before sitting on the couch. When he opened the box he was immediately enveloped by the comforting, sweet scent of the freshly baked sugar cookies inside.

It was a long time before he could bring himself to eat one.