Phoenix let a pure smile dance on his lips - sweetly accompanying his cutely reddened cheeks - knowing how much it melted the prosecutor as they continued to wander along the jam-packed street, hand in hand. Edgeworth had insisted that the defence attorney bore his humongous (and surprisingly cosy) black, long-tailed, jacket despite various protests that the silvery-haired man would, himself, become cold if that idea was entertained; in the end, the pair of lovestruck rivals' hands had both become tangled beneath the makeshift tent they'd draped over each over's shoulders as they persevered onward, weaving through the clumps of members of the public.
"I-I'm sorry, E-Edgeworth.." Phoenix's timid voice mingled among the casual hubbub, eventually reaching the prosecutor's acute ears.
"Sorry?"
"I-I shouldn't have, u-um, gone t-to see th-the Kidnapper wh-when you t-told me n-not to,"
"It's in the past now." Edgeworth kept his voice low as he uttered that final phrase, simply clutching his boyfriend's hand more tightly in his own and striding onwards with a faster pace, a thin layer of slick sweat lining his palm due to the increasing warmth of each other's feverish body heat being shared.  The shorter man gave a curt nod even though he knew the other man was no longer looking at him as he struggled to keep up, mumbling various apologies to people as he was swept past them.

Why was the prosecutor being so hasty all of a sudden? Was something bothering him?

Phoenix eyed Edgeworth suspiciously, noting his few cursive glances behind the two of them into the crowd and following his gaze. The prosecutor had never been the type of person who'd display their weaknesses in a glass case for all to see, however he was being particularly blunt in where his sights were currently set. In all honesty, though, the silvery-haired man's frequent glances at the scrawny police officer in the distance's figure would never have been noticed if Phoenix hadn't been so damned articulate, so the defence attorney supposed that Edgeworth would have had no need to be discreet - had his boyfriend not been a successful lawyer. The defence attorney bit his lip, finally taking the time to allow his brain to process the fact that Clementine - kidnapper's pet Clementine - was walking within close proximity to their behinds (and that it appeared to be causing the self-assured prosecutor to be wary of himself). The defence attorney wondered whether to bring up the subject, before wishing he could clamp his mouth shut as it unwittingly blurted a dubious sentence;
"I-It was nice o-of Clementine to help us l-like that,"

The prosecutor visibly flinched, and Phoenix's face flushed as a million-and-one thoughts entailing slapping himself across the face flooded his mind.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't m-mean-"
"Are you saying you trust him?"
"Wh-What..? I.. U-Um..." Edgeworth froze, abruptly halting his frenzy of movements, to proceed in turning around and staring at Phoenix with a hint of trepidation lingering on his face.

He wanted an answer.