It still felt odd, to be investigating crimes together with Edgeworth. But he wasn’t the prosecutor on this case, and quite frankly, Phoenix needed all the help he could get. And getting to spend more time with his boyfriend was always a plus.

The victim in this case had died under a step-ladder - maybe the superstitions were true. Nevertheless, they got to work, looking in every suspicious nook and cranny.

“You know, I can’t help but find this entire situation odd. It’s quite unusual to die under a ladder.” Edgeworth noted. Phoenix jumped up, with a fearful look on his face. “Phoenix, is something the matter?”

“W-what did you say? Earlier?” He said coldly.

“That it’s unusual for someone to die under a ladder?” Miles said quizzically. Phoenix’s face turned to disgust.

“I… I’m sorry Miles. No, that’s not right.” He took a deep breath. “Edgeworth, I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. I think we’re too different.”

“W-what? And what brought on this?” His voice was confused and fearful.

“You’re a team Ladder, Edgeworth. We could never make this work.” Wright tried to hide the emotion in his voice. “Could you please go away now? I have a crimescene I need to investigate.”

He walked away slowly, tears in his eye. Before leaving, he had one final thought to give his ex. “I… I still want to make us work. Just because we have different thought’s on ladders doesn’t mean our whole relationship should crumble. Stop making narrow-minded cultural assumptions."