Phoenix Wright had just come home from picking Trucy up from school to see his husband sitting on the carpet, along with a box of files

“Originally, I wanted to pick this up off the floor, that was mistake number 1. Now, I’ve just accepted my fate that I’ll never get back up again.”

Phoenix chuckled at his defeated husband on the floor before being the good husband and helping him up.

“Miles, if you wanted something taking care of, you should’ve asked!”

The mother to be brushed his bangs back and sighed. “I’m sorry Wright but I can’t do that!” Phoenix blinked, he hadn’t been referred to by his last name in ages.

“Miles?” “I just... can’t depend on you! Or anyone! I just... know something bad is going to happen!” “How can you be so sure?”

“Because I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this happy!-..” The prosecutor sobbed. “I haven’t been this happy in such a long time, or for such a long period… I can’t help but think something is going to happen and I’ll be alone again... I need to be able to take care of myself..”