Miles had stolen their heart. He was usually cold, stubborn, and ever the professional—so how had he ended up in this predicament? Phoenix Wright's lover was draped across his lap, drunk and clinging to him like a lifeline, completely out of it.

The two of them were at a large bar, tucked away in one of the secluded rooms meant for big parties. But tonight, it was just the two of them—alone. He wrapped his arms securely around their waist, resting his chin gently on their shoulder.

"You should go home soon," he murmured.