Edgeworth mimicked the frown with a fierce glare at the side of Larry's head, until Wright brought him back to the conversation with a truly stunning excuse.

'Dear God...'

The line was hackneyed, excessively sentimental, and so damnably earnest it brought a pang to Edgeworth's chest. Only Wright could... He shook his head, and for just a few moments a soft chuckle escaped him. Finally he tilted his chin up and met his friend's eyes. "I have no intention of missing out on work for this." He nodded at the television, then held Wright's gaze for another, longer pause.

"Ruining Larry's enjoyment of this, however, might conceivably be worth my time."