"Breakfast is ready," The silvery-haired man softly called out to his companion - the term 'companion' holding so much warmth that the mere mention of it brought the prosecutor's heart-beat to a climax - and knocked on the pedantically well-cleaned bedroom door which he had found innocently closed, his other hand currently occupied by a fancily embroidered tray which carried an assortment of jams and spreads alike, along with a pair of toasted croissants - the stars of the show.
"D-Don't come in!" A loud thump was audible from the exterior of the room. Edgeworth frowned with a strange sensation of curiosity overwhelming him;
"Why?"
"I-I'm naked! Where are my clothes?"
"Check the wardrobe. They should be on the top shelf."

Another audible cacophony of shuffling commenced before a relieved response made its way through the wooden door:
"Thanks,"

With that, the prosecutor softly nudged the door open to reveal his hobby, his desire and the overall light of his life guiltily perched upon the edge of the pristinely kept, plain white, duck-feather duvet, that tender skin that his pale fingers had been given consent to lightly graze last night having been distastefully covered by the young attorney's baggy, trademark, blue suit.
"I-Is there something on my face?" Phoenix self-consciously ran his fingers through his mussed halo of spikes until they reached the back of his stark neck as he noticed how Edgeworth was shamelessly ogling his entire body.
"What, like your cute button nose?" The prosecutor warmly grinned, striding over to his defence attorney and handing the blank-minded man his assigned edibles.
"You're being weird." The shorter man mumbled in response, risking various dubious glances at the silvery-haired man setting himself down next to him, ignoring how the mattress bounced slightly in protest against the additional weight.
"What?"
"You're being weird." Phoenix insisted, tentatively reaching out for one of the plethora of spreads' allies in order to flavour his croissant with.
"In what way?"
"Well, for starters.." The defence attorney rocked backwards slightly where he was sat, pensively gazing up at the prettily patterned ceiling once again;
"You have cwaissonts for breakfast!" Edgeworth had to stifle a chuckle - he had indeed been observant enough to witness Phoenix's glittering blue eyes become as wide as saucers from the moment that he stepped in the room carrying the items of food (and it was no wonder, considering that the defence attorney lived on little more than pot noodles located in aisle 3 of Bestcos - not that the shorter man would admit anything of the sort).
"What on earth is your pronunciation of 'croissant'?"
"Croissant or cwaissont, it's all the same to me," The spiky-haired man scoffed, a minuscule blush creeping up upon his tender cheeks - cheeks that Edgeworth had-
"A-And all this talk about..." Phoenix embarrassedly cleared his throat before continuing to blunder into unfamiliar territory;
"Sex and flirtatious behaviour has me.. Um... Confused,"

The prosecutor froze where he was, placing the 'cwaissont' back down upon the plate - where it had originally been -, his appetite well and truly diminished.

"And I... Um. I don't quite know why I'm here... Wherever 'here' is,""
"Wait."
"Mm?"
"So you weren't.." Edgeworth sucked in a large vat of air before continuing;
"You weren't joking? You really don't remember?"

Phoenix hesitantly nodded, favouring to stare down at his hands instead of facing the taller man's raw, shocked expression. Edgeworth stared down at the palms of his hands, ignoring his intrinsically polite crush's act of half-heartedly nibbling on a corner of his croissant in order to combat the awkward air rising between the pair. This was an impossible situation.

Had the defence attorney been too drunk to remember their love-filled encounters? The way he curled up against the prosecutor once they'd finished making sweet, reverent, love? How he had softly mumbled how much he adored the silvery-haired man?

"But we..."
"Mm?"
"What is the last thing you can remember?" The taller man's head suddenly shot up, his expression an overwhelming visual representation of desperation with its furrowed brows and earnestly glistening sleek grey eyes, his entire body seeming to lurch forwards slightly towards the startled defence attorney;
"U-Um, well, I..." Phoenix's voice trembled for a moment, causing Edgeworth to ponder about why his favourite person was stuttering so much all of a sudden. He'd never witnessed him stutter so much in the entirety of his relentless stalking, so this came as a shock; was it fear, perhaps? Anticipation?
"I remember drinking wine with you. And needing to get... Cereal,"
"And then?"
"And then.." The shorter man seemed to process the opposing question for a moment, his clammy hands firmly rooted atop his thighs - such delectable thighs that lead up to a part of his body which Edgeworth should really stop thinking about unless he wants to get a full-scale tent pitched down below.
"It's all a blur! It makes my head ache.."

With that distressed statement, the prosecutor instinctively leant forwards and pressed his lips flush against the heated coziness of the bewildered man next to him's forehead, half horrified by what he was doing - considering the fact that Phoenix genuinely had no idea what was going on - and the other half not sane enough to care.