【Chengyu】Turnabout: Bloodline

When Wright announced with embarrassment that they would have to share a bed, Mr. Attorney did not raise any objections, which speaks volumes for what a patient man he has grown to be.Not only that, Miles even simply nodded his thanks, and continued brushing his teeth as if nothing had happened.

The whole process until getting Edgeworth into bed—to be honest, it wasn't as painful as imagined, Wright thought.He hesitated only briefly as he lifted Edgeworth's exhausted body from the wheelchair and placed him on the mattress.But that didn't last long, he bit his lip and put all thoughts of the battle between heaven and man behind him.

[He looks embarrassed,] Wright takes off his shirt and throws it in the laundry basket, [If he ever asks someone for help without looking like he's being tortured, he's definitely not Edgeworth.Even if he didn't say it. 】

"Do you need anything?" Wright said, throwing back the quilt on his side and getting on the bed.He was almost relieved that Edgeworth didn't misunderstand him or get scared off.

"This is the sixth time you've asked, and my answer is the same as before: don't worry, I'm fine." The files somehow managed to follow them into the bedroom, and unfolded on Yujian's lap again.He couldn't be reading that stuff, Wright thought, the lights were already off.He finally confirmed that Yu Jian's newly acquired superpowers should not include night vision. "Or, I couldn't be better."

"It may be too much for you to accept." Wright turned and lay on his side, his hands hidden under the pillow.In the sticky darkness, he faced the prosecutor and watched the blurred outlines of the documents being closed. "In just one day, you were poisoned, released from the hospital, met your blood relatives, and proved to be a psychic. The only thing I worry about in all this is you." He Stretching, "Er—but, you better believe that I'm going to do my best to make sure you're all right."

Miles continued to sort out the documents on his lap, and a chuckle shook the thin paper.He curled up under the quilt next to Wright. "I am forever grateful for your kindness, Wright."

"I'm just paying you back." After speaking, Butang heard a faint questioning hum from the other side of the bed. "Well, in my opinion, I still owe you. You helped me get back to my life. You really did a lot to get my badge back. Without you, we don't know when we'll end the dark age of law .”

"I'm sure it was a joint effort between you and me."

"No." The lawyer couldn't help laughing again, "That's not the case. I'm... I'm a selfish and arrogant bastard who just loses his temper for no reason because they took my badge away , cut me off from the legal profession. . . . from you."

"Me?" Yu Jian clicked his tongue. "You have my speed dial on your phone, Wright. Don't exaggerate."

"Really." Cheng Butang sat up, grabbed his hair, and used his fingers to comb through the messy prickly hair, some knotted strands caught his fingers. "As an art student, I gave up my ideals to pursue law, just for the chance to see you again. No lawyer badge, no law, I... I don't know, I feel like there is nothing to connect us anymore .I'm not worth your time at all."

"You don't know much about our friendship." Yu Jian moved his legs and feet, and seemed to be a little further away from Wright.Although his upbringing made him reluctant to argue as a guest, his body language seemed to express his attitude towards Wright.

【Ah, damn it.Listen to what I'm talking about like shit. 】

"Do you really think I've been flying you to America just for your opinion on something?" The attorney general's voice sounded calm, but Wright could see him clutching his hand harder and harder. Elbow, thumb pushing against bruise from IV drip.

【Good job, Cheng Butang. 】

"I want you to be with me - I want to make sure you're not as drunk as you used to be. You're dead drunk half the time every day - but when I'm with you, you're good for at least a few days Sober, to provide the most basic care for Meiguan."

[A beautiful backhand. 】Although he didn't want to say it out loud, Yu Jian's contempt really made him feel like a knife was piercing his heart.He doesn't know if this is a throwback to his earlier statement, or just a few well-placed scathing words from Edgeworth to remind him that it's time to get their relationship back on track, but it really hurts.He couldn't find anything else to say other than turning Edgeworth a few words back or continuing to make things worse by making things worse.So he had to shut his mouth, relax his body, and go back under the quilt.

The silence lasted so long that Wright began to think Edgeworth had succumbed to his exhaustion, leaving him no time to apologize for his poor rhetoric.In a few hours, Mitsuki would be up for school, and considering how early he had put her to bed last night, he was thinking about breakfast for the day as the bedding around him rustled.The mattress started to creak -- Wright had no idea why, because he probably never experienced such a day in his not-so-long life -- and then suddenly Edgeworth's silhouette loomed over his overhead.

For a moment, fear swept over his body.

[Is he psychic again?Damn, please don't start screaming - because the two of us, Meiguan, have had enough nightmares -]

"Ujian?"

"No," said the Chief Inspector in a deep voice.The tone was steady, and most importantly, it was his own voice. "I shouldn't have put it off like that. It was unnecessary torture for me."

"Hey," Wright couldn't help reaching out to the prosecutor, sliding his knuckles carefully over the man's chin. "You're absolutely right. I owe Miu so much. I'm definitely not a good father to her, and I won't argue with anyone. Except—the child services part, probably." He muttered.

Edgeworth sighed, and as Wright's fingers continued to gently caress the curve of his jaw, the warm air from his breath brushed softly over the skin of Wright's wrist. "Cheng Butang..."

"Can we just... stop talking about this? Everything we're arguing about is in the past tense, like arguing with a broken record player, fuck."

"Perfect proposal." Yu Jian half-kneeled on the bed, further wrapping the quilt around his shoulders tightly. "Your pillow...is too soft." He made a voice from inside his cocoon.Wright glanced at the pillows beside Edgeworth's bed. It seemed that those luxurious materials that offered no support could not please Edgeworth's head, he surmised.He frowned, and turned to look at the Chief Prosecutor next to him.

"Come here." His hand slid down Yu Jian's neck, gently tugging at the general printed on the chest of the pajamas.Edgeworth hesitated, perhaps just shy of another stroke; then he lay down against the pull, resting his head on Wright's chest.The solid muscles were covered with a thin layer of fat, which provided Yu Jian with a soft and firm pillow, allowing him to relax.Sensing the people around him gradually loosening the tight quilt, Cheng Butang intentionally controlled his somewhat restricted breathing until his consciousness gradually blurred in the night.

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