[Duly noted. Also note that without his towel, his shirtlessness is once again in full view and very close to her.]
[He grits his teeth with the effort of remaining upright and holding Iris up as well. And her words tug at his heart. She saw his past...she saw him as a child. But which man did she see him with? Gregory Edgeworth...or Manfred von Karma?]
[And Edgeworth is totally oblivious to the effect he's having on her right now because this memory thing is a lot more important.
He relaxes a little while he's still holding her in his arms. So, she saw a memory of his father. Not Manfred von Karma, the man who would never be a father to him. But there's a tinge of sadness in Edgeworth's eyes, and in his voice.
Gregory DID have kind eyes. It's a pity his son's eyes are a lot less kind.]
[Unlike...just about everyone else in their world who knew Edgeworth, Iris only had the experience of watching him Defend her in court. She knew he was a Prosecutor. She knew that those had not only been extenuating circumstances that saw him on her side, but that he'd had to deceive multiple people in order to make it happen. A one time deal. For her sake, but also for Phoenix's.]
[As such, rather than seem surprised at his father's choice of profession...she smiled softly.]
[Edgeworth had gotten that so many times back home. But now it gives him...a great sense of pride to be compared to his father. He can't help but smile softly, looking a touch sheepish in the process.]
Er...thank you. I don't know what he'd say if he found out about how I defended you, however.
I'm sure he would have been as proud as I was grateful. After all, you...
[She trailed off as she looked up at him. Really looked. Because it was then she realized that, within her line of vision aimed at his face, she could also see his shoulders. Bare shoulders. And a quick glimpse down showed--]
[The tiniest squeak of embarrassment followed as her head darted away so he wouldn't see the way she turned into a bright tomato.]
You were posing as Dahlia. [At least he's just stating the facts. He doesn't sound like he's judging her.] Wright, of course, didn't know the truth yet, and this was before he was accused of murder, I believe.
[She wasn't about to argue that. He'd more than accepted her; he'd accepted her back into his life. And heart. More than she could ever have hoped for.]
It's just...still hard. Especially when it feels like this place enjoys having my past come back to haunt me.
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