Phoenix folds the obis with a smile, placing them on the coffee table. His folding is neat, far neater than the way he usually treats his own clothes. He almost misses the way Kay's expression falters when she looks at Edgeworth's picture. Almost, but not quite.

A picture appears on the table next to the couch, one of Edgeworth somewhere between as Kay knows him and as he's pictured with his glasses, lines beginning to show in the corners of his eyes as he squints at a recipe card with furrowed brows and the young girl in a blue top hat ties apron strings behind his back, her cheek smeared with batter. That happens sometimes, he's realized. The more he thinks of a person in a given moment, the more pictures of them appear in the house.

He lets out a bark of laughter, smiling wide at Kay. "I forgot you wouldn't have known that! He should have gotten them years ago. He only cracked when the embarrassment of squinting at all his evidence in court got worse than just wearing glasses. He was almost pressing his nose to the autopsy reports by the end."