He watches Edgeworth carefully after he speaks, resisting the desire to pace and fidget, giving into every nervous habit that he's ever had. Anything to avoid his first instinct at seeing the other man like this.
So he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it off his face, leaning into Edgeworth's space and taking the bottle of Scotch from between him and the window, simply holding it in his hand. Turning so that he's facing Edgeworth, he pulls one leg onto the window seat and leans back, glancing outside again.
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Date: 2008-07-06 05:02 am (UTC)So he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it off his face, leaning into Edgeworth's space and taking the bottle of Scotch from between him and the window, simply holding it in his hand. Turning so that he's facing Edgeworth, he pulls one leg onto the window seat and leans back, glancing outside again.
I'm not asking for your help.