Edgeworth hugged Phoenix protectively whilst he quivered uncertainly.

The prosecutor had seen his boyfriend unhinged before, but never as unhinged as this.

No, this was taking unhinged to another level; an unhealthy level.
"I'm g-going to t-turn the s-shower back o-on now," Phoenix murmured softly as he reached upward, out of the prosecutor's grasp, in order to gingerly turn the tap's shiny, silver, knob and allow another sudden flush of warm water to cascade down the pair's smooth, cream, backs and run across their perfectly defined collar-bones in a hastened manner, grateful for the brief moment of silence which gave the defence attorney an opening to change the subject.

Eventually, with some easing, the awkward silence which had been hanging in the air like a dead weight, presumably from some sort of invisible noose, dissolved and changed its jagged shape entirely, becoming a colourful parade of nude, prancing, legal-practitioners jostling each-other and making increasingly-innuendoed jokes about anything they could use as ammo against one-another amidst their loving, humid, kisses beneath the searing heat of the shower-head's transparent H2O. For the first time that day, the pair felt fully smitten with each other once again - a prospect that overjoyed Edgeworth to no end despite his growing concerns about whatever 'secret' his boyfriend had been hiding.
"So you enjoy getting 'wet' do you, Hot Stuff?" The prosecutor smirked triumphantly down at the giggling fit collapsed upon the smooth, plastic, floor of the shower beside his firmly planted feet;
"N-No! Th-That's not w-what I- ahahah...! S-Stop, you mena-hahah!" Edgeworth playfully tickled his boyfriend's defenceless neck with his foot before he could get another objection in, grinning and chuckling along with the poor man.
"Are you sure that that's not what you meant? You certainly look drenched in liquid right now,"
"I-If that w-was supposed to b-be a pun, I'm g-going to actually-"
"You're right." Phoenix glared up angrily at the offender opposing him, his 'seething anger' - which never really occurred despite his outer shell's appearance - slowly dissipating into a pure, adorable, smile accompanied by a few barely-suppressed giggles which shook his body as he continued to chuckle away at the criminally awful joke.
"O-Ok, that one definitely wasn't worth it."

Time passed swiftly from then-onwards, and the pair ended up sprawled on the prosecutor's mouth-wateringly exquisite (and unbelievably expensive) crimson sofa - which had been stylishly placed on the far left corner of the apartment's swish living room by none other than the same, dashing, grey-haired man - each with their own steaming mug of warm, aromatic, herbal tea; although the prosecutor usually preferred the traditional earl grey or black tea, his boyfriend was far and few between in sharing his views, unaccustomed to the bitterness - which was unsurprising, considering how the spiky-haired man practically lived off of tap-water to keep himself financially stable -, which forced Edgeworth to brew either, extremely milky, ordinary tea or sweet herbal tea in order to keep Phoenix's tastebuds pleased too.
"Mm..." The defence attorney shifted slightly as he felt his feet grow increasingly numb under the weight of the taller man's slender legs - which were entangled lovingly with his own, embellishing the spiky-haired man's cheeks in a bashfully luke-warm glow. Neither man was dressed decently - Edgeworth was draped in a long, elegant, ruby-red dressing gown with little else beneath the soft fabric whilst his boyfriend was clad in a simple pair of short, striped, boxers -, although they didn't seem to care under the unusually suburban humidity lingering within pockets in the air around them.
"So, Phoenix..."
"Hm?" The defence attorney made a start as the peaceful silence - filled with a few giggles and sighs of content - was shattered by a concerned voice.
"About earlier,"
"E-Earlier?"
"You know what I mean..." The prosecutor sighed when he was met with an increasingly blank pair of bright blue eyes glittering under the murky sunlight filtering through the glossy window-panes.
"Kristoph," Edgeworth spoke hesitantly and gingerly, being as kind as he could to sympathise with his boyfriend in hope of easing his pains.
"W-What about him..." Phoenix cleared his throat and forced his gaze away from the silvery-haired man's narrowed, preying, eyes and visibly gulping.

He'd known that this was coming sooner or later, really.

It had just been a matter of time.

Time and preparation.

"You said that he was.. Following you. No, stalking you, after he was released from prison," Edgeworth paused, staring at his boyfriend readily for something, anything, resembling an indication of information but was, once again, forced to continue with an unsatisfied anticipation awaiting and bubbling up inside the pit of his stomach;
"Which case were you talking about?"
"W-What..?"
"He's obviously been in prison before. Which case put him in prison?"
"N-No case,"
"What?"
"I-I was l-lying... N-No one w-wou-"
"I don't believe you." Edgeworth snapped sternly, subconsciously moving to grip one of his boyfriend's trembling fists - which were clenched whilst digging stubby nails into the sore flesh in order to create minuscule inflictions of pain in the artistic shapes of crescents - and massage it reassuringly. Phoenix crimsoned, but persisted in refusing to let loose any of his well-concealed information.

Damn those years of law-school.

The prosecutor gritted his teeth; lawyers had always been known to be steely, deceptive, creatures, and this spiky-haired man was certainly doing the stereotype justice.
"I don't believe you," Edgeworth repeated in a more subdued manner, eyeing the spiky-haired man's reaction perceptively.
"W-Why not?"
"Because you don't lie. Especially not to me."
"Th-Then you a-aren't making a-any sense! W-Why are you accusing m-me of l-lyi-"
"You told me the truth the first time. Now you're lying."
"N-No-"

"Phoenix, I love you."
"E-Edge-"
"I want the best for you.. Can't you see that? Can't you see that I'm trying to help relieve your pain?" The defence attorney was left shell-shocked by those last statements, blinking back tears. Damn those years of law-school? No;

Damn that doltish heart.

Phoenix opened his mouth in order to respond with the real truth when, as if on cue in some sort of fictional novel,  his miniature brick-phone began to buzz and flash with electronic life, signifying that the defence attorney should be attentive to whatever it was that it needed him for. Before Edgeworth could stop the rascal, the spiky-haired man had already reached out and groped for the cursed device, gratefully waving the intrusion in his face and taking his sweet, sweet, time scanning over each and every letter which the graphic designers of the shabby rectangular item had painstakingly spent their sweat and tears pouring their souls into. The prosecutor sighed, even more loudly this time, to signify his second resignation.

He could get to the bottom of this later, his supposed.

When the defence attorney's eyes widened in seeming shock Edgeworth decided to intervene, too frustrated to care about whether it was inappropriate to delve into one-anothers' lives so quickly;
"What is it."
"H-Huh? Oh... Um, a text..." Phoenix hastily brought the device back down to his lap and switched 'sleep-mode' on to hide whatever it was that it had been displaying from prying eyes.

That only strengthened the curiosity, though.

"From who."
"C-Clementine,"
"Clementine? What does Clementine want from you? Why did you even give him your number in the first place?" Phoenix shook his head in confusion, chewing his bottom lip timidly and staring down at the blank screen with more-than-meagre interest.

"I... I didn't...."