-Roughly 24 Years Later-

Phoenix was sprawled across Miles' lap, reading a French play and playing with his hat. Miles had his back to the wall, glasses resting on the tip of his nose, long silver hair hanging over his shoulder. When Phoenix began to shift, he glanced down over his glasses and his book to the other. Phoenix sat up, rubbing at his scruffy jaw, and grinned at Miles playfully. "You know," he said huskily, snatching away the other's book. "I was thinking about some things just now."

"Were you," Miles replied distantly, a little annoyed that his book had been taken away. He reached in vain, and then just looked at Phoenix dully. "Did it hurt?"

"I haven't been banged around too much in my noggin for it to hurt yet," Phoenix chuckled, smirking, and he sat between Miles' legs, resting on his elbows, legs sprawled out on either side of the other man. "No, see, I was thinking about when we were kids. We made a deal."

"I can't recall."

"Of course you wouldn't."

"Elaborate if you will, Wright. Or I'm kicking you out of my bed. And my house. You have no issues with living back at the 'Anything Agency', do you?"

Phoenix laughed, running his fingers through his hair. "Such threats do not intimidate me. Much. Anyway, Miles, it was when we became friends. You made me your dog. Remember now?"

Miles pushed his glasses up his nose a bit, thinking carefully. When he seemed to recall, he rolled his eyes in disgust. "So that was why we shared unbearable amounts of time together then. You were a stupid puppy who I couldn't seem to get rid of."

Phoenix leaned forward, nipping at Miles' ear. "You didn't try very hard to ditch me, if I can recall right, Edgey. I think you kind of liked me around."

"Show me evidence," Miles muttered, and Phoenix grinned.

"You'll never guess what I found today when I went to visit my folks," he said, getting up and off of the bed, pants hanging lazily low, hoodie rumpled.

Miles raised a careful eyebrow. "So that was why things that happened more than two decades ago has crossed your mind, Wright? You need something to fill up your free time."

Phoenix returned, holding a faded old picture of a silver-haired boy, smiling happily, and the note from the final surprise. "My mom had been holding onto these for me. You know what this note says, Miles?"

Miles tapped the rim of his right lens, smirking obnoxiously. "I'm blind as a bat when trying to read without these, Wright. Assume I can't read from twenty feet across the room, just for shits and giggles." Phoenix flopped back on the bed, showing him the note.

You are my dearest possession, puppy. I'll see you today.

Miles flustered. They both recognized it as his neat handwriting, even without years of experience behind the penmanship. He played with the tips of his long hair, contemplating this startling and decisive evidence. "Well, well…It seems you have me cornered there, Wright." Phoenix smiled proudly, settling himself in Miles' lap again, eyes a bright and brilliant blue.

"I haven't lost my touch, unlike you, Mr. Edgeworth," he purred. He tugged on the other's cravat, and kissed him playfully, the other hand knitting into the man's hair. "You won't break your promise this time, right? I don't think I could handle losing you again."

Miles laughed when he could breathe, taking off his glasses and setting them on the end table. "Honestly, Wright, each time I've gone and left you, I come back less of a man than I was before. I don't believe I could tolerate leaving you again myself."

"Woof."

"C'mere, puppy."

A/N: Welp. That's it, folks. Super short epilogue, but who cares. xD Keep an eye peeled for anything else up my sleeve.