The expression on Wright's face, as he met the other man's gaze across the table, made something twist painfully in Edgeworth's chest. As enjoyable as Wright's company could be at times, the entire evening Edgeworth had been plagued with uncharacteristic doubts that occasionally distracted him from the conversation; the surety displayed openly on Wright's face mocked Edgeworth's uncertainty, once again calling his actions into question.
The decision had been made. Arrangements were in place. While the choice felt rash, sudden, it was a subject that had been on his mind for some time, and he hadn't made it lightly.
He'd always intended to go back. Someday.
Edgeworth rubbed his arm idly, turning his gaze away from his companion. "Before we do, there's...something I should say. ...Something I need to say."
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The decision had been made. Arrangements were in place. While the choice felt rash, sudden, it was a subject that had been on his mind for some time, and he hadn't made it lightly.
He'd always intended to go back. Someday.
Edgeworth rubbed his arm idly, turning his gaze away from his companion. "Before we do, there's...something I should say. ...Something I need to say."