It was a beautiful night. Phoenix gazed out of the window at the street lamps and neon signs; flashing points of light as the car sped past. He turned his vision upwards, to the myriad of stars above that barely moved as they drove. Fixed, eternal, twinkling with a cold, distant beauty. Untouchable.

Finally he shifted his gaze to the man next to him. He was like a star in many ways, Phoenix contemplated. Often distant, cold, glistening with the same ethereal, untouchable beauty as a constellation. Phoenix smiled. Yes, that was certainly the Miles Edgeworth that the world saw. Only he knew the man that Edgeworth was, under all of that. Scared, insecure, flawed. Human. More beautiful than any star could ever be.

"You're staring at me again." Phoenix grinned, broken out of his reverie by the voice of his musings.

"What can I say? You have a nice face."

Miles rolled his eyes and flicked on the indicators. Phoenix knew he was only feigning annoyance; he could see the small smile on the other man's face.

"Say, Miles."

"Hmm?" Miles responded absently.

"Would you say you were like a star?" Phoenix had gone back to staring out of the window pensively.

There was a beat before Miles replied. "Now what sort of a question is that?"

Phoenix shrugged good-naturedly. For several minutes, the noise of rushing traffic was the only sound in the quiet vehicle.

Miles took a right turn before asking in a voice soft enough that Phoenix could pretend he hadn't heard it if he wanted to. "Do you think I'm like a star?"

Phoenix hesitated for a long moment, conflicted over what to say.

"I think" he finally began "that everyone thinks you are like a star. You are a shining, unreachable light; you've gone so far in your career, and succeeded so thoroughly, that although people admire you, they know that your level of achievement is well beyond their reach."

Miles' expression was one of deep thought, yet he glanced at Phoenix and asked "But what do you think?" The question was posed off-handedly, yet, Phoenix could just detect the underlying insecurity that laced the other's words.

"To me you - aren't a star. There are lots of stars, too many. A single star is easily lost amongst all the others." He stopped, unsure of how to go on. "You - well there's only one of you Edgeworth." He cringed at how horribly cliché that sounded, nevertheless, it was the truth. "If I had to compare you to anything, you'd - I think you'd be the moon."

"Oh?" In the dim light of the car it was impossible to see the expression on Miles' face.

"Well... ah. The moon er...Shines brighter than all the stars, but it seems sort of lonely and a bit sad sometimes..." Phoenix was suddenly struck by how ridiculous and stupid he sounded. "I - just ignore me." He looked at the floor, embarrassed. "I've probably had one too many drinks." Rubbing the back of his neck and leaning his elbow on the windowsill he propped his head up with his hand. They were close to his apartment he realised as he focused on the scenery in an attempt to forget his embarrassment, watching intently as the familiar landmarks flashed by, transient in the darkness.

"I think you're right you know." The car had pulled to a slow stop and Phoenix jerked at the voice which had broken the relative silence.

"Um?"

"About me being like the moon."

"Oh right... Well don't go getting big headed, I meant it in the least complimentary way possibly." Phoenix joked weakly.

Miles smiled softly before continuing. "If I was the moon, you'd be the sun." He looked out of the windscreen at the sliver of silver, peeking out behind a cloud. "The moon would be nothing without the sun. The sun it -"He took a breath. "The sun makes the moon shine...You make me shine, Phoenix." Finally, Miles turned to look at Phoenix, a light blush dusting his cheeks - barely visible in the pale light.

"Sorry, I don't really know - "

But before Miles could finish, Phoenix had leant over and gently placed his lips over Miles'.

"But Miles" Edgeworth's breath hitched as the defense attorney whispered against his lips. "That can't be right. Because -" he kissed Miles again. "The sun and the moon can never - " another kiss " - meet."

The night dissolved softly around them as they became lost in the other, each a galaxy unto himself.
Above them, the myriad of stars still shone. Fixed, eternal, twinkling with a cold, distant beauty. And that night, to the two men in the car, the glistening points of light seemed almost touchable.