You’d be surprised, Phoenix thought wryly. Edgeworth would have to be on his deathbed before he ever lost the fight in him, and even then, it was questionable.

He looked at the bed again. “I’m pretty sure he’s just sleeping…” he said. At least he hoped that was the case. He knew Edgeworth was a heavy sleeper, and it was quite possible he’d left his phone somewhere else in the apartment and was just getting some much-needed rest. He’d been fine, if not a little drained, when Phoenix visited him on Monday, after all. He supposed there was only one way to find out for sure, though…

Casting another wary glance in Sigi’s direction, Phoenix cleared his throat. “Edgeworth,” he called a little louder than before.