"Edgeworth!.... Oh," Phoenix rubbed his eyes feebly and gave a wan smile to the, peacefully sleeping, prosecutor who still had his arms wrapped around the defence attorney possessively. Edgeworth mumbled something softly and let out a deep, soothing breath before resuming his shallow, rhythmic sequence. They were both still shrouded in the misty tendrils of darkness, and the only recognisable sound amidst the eerie hum of silence was Phoenix's own deep sigh of relief.
"I-It was just a dream..." He glanced sadly at the unknowing prosecutor's emotionless face and realising, for the first time, how similar they both were. Despite Edgeworth's overprotective, seme, tones he was still human too, and really did love Phoenix unconditionally. But was Phoenix worthy of his unconditional love? The defence attorney creased his brow in remorse and stared up at the ceiling blankly, holding back tears. Many questions were on the tip of his tongue. Many, many questions. Some of them he didn't have the answer to yet - and some of them he refused to answer. One thing was for certain, though - Phoenix was not going to be getting any more sleep tonight.

What about Edgeworth? Did he have any questions, too? Was he having a bad dream as well? Phoenix tilted his head slightly upwards, away from the prosecutor's chest (which he had been previously buried in by Edgeworth), to face the man's expressionless face. No, he seemed to be having a good dream, if anything, Phoenix assumed. Then, as if the whole scene were scripted, the prosecutor decided to pull his boyfriend in further, tightening his grip all of a sudden, as if to prove how much Phoenix was worth to him. Phoenix blushed and bashfully tried to pull away from Edgeworth's chest so that he could try to get some breathing room - this was since he was currently being crushed underneath the sheer size and strength of the prosecutor. He'd always known Edgeworth was taller and 'manlier' than him, but he never assumed it would equate to this!

Phoenix smiled dazedly up at the ceiling again, feeling contented by the prosecutor's unnatural longing for him - even within the boundaries of the realm of sleep.

An hour passed, and Phoenix was now allowing himself to be fully immersed by the unconscious Edgeworth, despite his own suffocation - and the fact that his own chest and body was becoming slick with sweat from the prosecutor's feverish body heat mixed with the thick duvet covering them both. Usually the two of them would have a childish fight at 2am over who was stealing the darn thing, however, right now, the smothered defence attorney would gladly surrender it to Edgeworth and admit defeat. He stared longingly at the window, sighing softly as he heard the faint, subtle beginnings of another patch of rain stirring and gently caressing the window-panes, unable to see the invisible glass boundary between it and the indoors. Once again, as if it were scripted, a slightly familiar jingle began to fall upon pricked up ears - defence attorney ears.

Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun daaa... Daaa!

The sound became louder, causing Phoenix to suddenly become all the more attentive, forcing his shoulders into a tense stance as he struggled to gingerly prise the prosecutor's arms off of his body to let him out of his human cage.
"What is that noise...?" The defence attorney whispered to himself, his soothing voice being left unheard by, the still peacefully asleep, Edgeworth. The strange, discordant tune appeared (or, rather, sounded) to be located somewhere in the hallway of the offices. Phoenix paused for a moment, his heartbeat slowly beginning to increase at a sluggish pace.

No, he was being silly. It was only a melody! Nothing could possibly go wrong. He would just simply see where it was coming from and return to the bedroom. Edgeworth would be none the wiser, right?

A few minutes of frantic groaning as the defence attorney shifted the prosecutor's arms and body passed, and Phoenix finally ended up standing beside the bed, watching Edgeworth's continued rhythmic breathing and partially shivering where he stood with the shock of being pulled out of their warm cocoon. The tune played again. Phoenix shuddered underneath his own thick layer of sweat, which had been smothered over his torso, feeling the cool air take advantage of it to torture him.
"C-Cold.." Perhaps the defence attorney was being too much of a drama queen, but, nonetheless, he instantly stole the gaudily patterned blanket from the top of the thick duvet - with no due hesitation - and pulled it upon his naked shoulders, blushing as he glanced down at his embarrassing pink and white boxers before looking up at Edgeworth again, smiling weakly as he noticed the prosecutor tighten his grip on the air around him, unaware that Phoenix had left his possession. The defence attorney then hastily murmured;
"I-I'll be back in a minute, Edgeworth," A quick peck on the forehead was issued, and Phoenix stealthily tiptoed out of the bedroom door, making sure to shut the door behind him - with the utmost care and attention to make sure it made not even the smallest of sounds.

Luckily, for once, Phoenix was in his field of expertise, outside of the Courtroom, for he had great knowledge of which floorboards creaked (and which ones didn't) throughout his offices. Why? There had been many instances in which he'd been unable to sleep and had been too embarrassed to wake up Edgeworth and let him know. It wasn't like Edgeworth's unconditional love came without relentless sarcasm and teasing, after all. Besides, Phoenix got bored pretty easily, and staring at an unconscious Edgeworth every single night lost its merit after a while; due to all of this, the defence attorney had been subjected to working at 3 in the morning - studying various cases and pieces of evidence to fill the time. That's why he'd decided to spend some of his savings on a cushioned chair, actually. Rigid wooden chairs made his back ache like hell.

And Edgeworth always asked him why he was always so tired.

"Aah.." Phoenix groaned, partly in frustration, as he felt the numbingly cold, white ceramic tiles against his warm, tender flesh - feeling the spitefully cool stones nip at his feet mercilessly. He knew he should've had floorboards installed in the hallway instead. Various pictures of Edgeworth and Phoenix, in any cheap frames the defence attorney could find, dotted the pastel-blue walls of the place, and Phoenix couldn't help but feel self-conscious with all of the eyes watching his every move, despite how many times he'd been down this corridor in the dark.
"Th-The... Sound..." Phoenix frowned and cautiously turned to face the door leading into his main office - equipped with its sofa and his beloved, completely unorganised, desk and chair. The muffled tune seemed to be coming from somewhere within that area, and Phoenix couldn't help but feel an intense wave of trepidation wash over him as he stepped towards the white-washed door. He couldn't help but feel like he recognised this tune...

He turned the brass handle, covering the picture of Edgeworth's line of sight with the white paint.