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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[Will's eyes remain on the bag; even as Edgeworth causes it to shift, Will's focus appears rather fixed. Whether it's because he feels as small as he looks, because he's avoiding eye contact, that's up to Edgeworth to decide, if he wants. He stays fixed on it for a while, but there's something about don't exactly have anything else to show you that has his face changing. He's listening, he is very much giving the words out of Miles Edgeworth's mouth full attention despite not looking at him. It almost seems like Will doesn't want to look at him, but...not out of humiliation. Not out of being wrong.

He was wrong about more than Yuri Petrov.

He finally nods, glancing across that lukewarm coffee to Edgeworth's face, and oh, that intensity is not lost. It's just quieter.]

You've showed me plenty. [Not at all referencing the conversation with Yuri Petrov, not at all bothering to hide it. There are hot readings to go along with those cold readings, and Will's certainly unable to claim anything cold in regards to Miles Edgeworth. They might be generally attributed to groups of individuals most consider con artists and nuisances, but Will's never had a problem being among the very bottom of the barrel. He was born there.] Anything crops up you think I can lend a hand with, you know how to reach me. [He points, lazy, as if he truly doesn't realize Edgeworth has no idea of the lay of the house, as if he's just like everyone else when they have their groggy states, need sleep. It's the direction of the bedroom April and he share, Edgeworth can at least surmise wherever he's indicating has his communicator.] Generally always hear that thing go off, regardless of what's happening. I'll answer.

[May God have mercy on Will's soul should Hannibal Lecter ever pop back up.]

Don't worry about locking the door behind you; I'll get it.

[takethestairs]

[And Edgeworth looks up, accidentally meeting his gaze, staring back as he feels the shift in atmosphere. He senses a double-meaning to his words, recognizes something lurking underneath the surface, but what, exactly, he does not know. It's like glimpsing a figure in the fog: you can guess at their significance, but the harder you strain for details, the hazier the stranger becomes.

He breaks eye contact when Will points haphazardly, his eyes following Will's hand, grateful for a break from the intensity of his stare. A moment is all he needs, though, before he turns his attention back to his host]

I'll keep that in mind.

[He speaks slowly, cautiously, still puzzling out the subtext to their conversation.]

But I think that's all for now, Graham. If we do talk again, though, I hope it will be under less dire circumstances.

[He doubts it, unfortunately. Edgeworth prefers to avoid conversations that don't have a use to them, and so far, Will's main use seems to be a profound knowledge of dark, terrible people and the events surrounding them. But, in the interest of keeping this conversation brief, Edgeworth keeps that thought to himself, and will be walking out the door if Will has nothing else to say]