[Scene] Lana and Edgeworth in "Words That We Couldn't Say"
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Lana: *after clearing the dishes away after dinner, she excuses herself and returns to her bedroom. There, she retrieves out her cellphone and stares at it for a moment, hesitating before she makes the call. There are so many things to sort out, and she doesn't know where to begin. Finally, she dials the number and holds the phone to her ear, pacing in the area in front of her bed*
Edgeworth: *it rings twice and then is answered* Miles Edgeworth speaking. *his voice sounds a bit distracted*
Lana: Miles. *pauses in her steps--her voice is tense* Do you have a moment?
Edgeworth: *there's the sound of a heavy book closing and his tone ticks up a register, curious* For you, always. What's the matter?
Lana: *resumes pacing, the thumb of her free hand moving to her mouth--she's agitated* It's Jake. He... just came back.
Edgeworth: *a silence that stretches out too long not to be awkward* Came back...? Back to LA?
Lana: Yes. He's downstairs, right now. *her grip on the phone tightens and though she speaks firmly, the stress is similarly evident in her voice* I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think.
Edgeworth: He what? He's... *another silence* Lana, I can't- I'm coming- Hm. No, that would be... *sighs, then, more to himself* This is a difficult situation. *to her* Lana, what exactly happened?
Lana: I just came home, and he was here with his bags. He'd made dinner--he made dinner. *breathes out, taking a seat on her bed. She sounds somewhat calmer after that* He said that Wyoming wasn't working out, and that's why he hadn't written-- *a slightly bitter laugh* --and that's why he's back now. I asked him how he could possibly think we could just go back to how things were, just like that...
Edgeworth: *an unamused scoff* And his response?
Lana: I don't know.*shuts her eyes* ...I told him about you.
Edgeworth: ...Oh? *clears his throat* Good... Well. His reaction to that couldn't have been favorable...
Lana: He was ready to walk out right then and there. *a pause* I asked him to stay. If he had left again, just like that... *bites her thumb, not finishing*
Edgeworth: You...
Lana: I asked him to stay. He's in Ema's room right now. *with a slight edge to her voice* What was I to do?
Edgeworth: *the sharp noise of a heavy chair being pushed back* ...Lana. You can't think that that's appropriate. *his voice is carefully neutral*
Lana: *a long pause* .......
Lana: *and finally, resignedly* You're right. My apologies. I'm not... thinking very clearly, right now.
Edgeworth: ...I admit, there's no easy solution, but... *he pauses and moves on, thinking* Yes, I imagine it's been a shock... Hm. If we put our heads together we can find an acceptable solution, I'm sure... I suppose he doesn't have the means to get a hotel roo- Actually, first thing first. Would you feel confident in letting him know that he is not welcome to stay in your home any longer?
Lana: *holds a hand over her eyes* ...... Yes. Yes, but... in regards to tonight as well? *the question is quiet, not asked to him so much as to herself*
Edgeworth: ...Ah. *his voice hardens, but not cuttingly.* You'd put it off til tomorrow? Either way you are reversing position, so it won't be any easier then. And the more you wait, the harder it will be, until-
Edgeworth: *grunts uncomfortably* Lana, I understand you still have feelings for him... That's- I came into this situation understanding that. So try to see it from my point of view. If you feel an obligation to help him, do it by lending him the money to stay in a motel. Any other way is of no benefit to anyone involved.
Lana: I'll tell him tonight. *firmly* But I'm leaving him the option to stay for the night, at least. I'm not kicking him out like this. *a pause* You know you can trust me on this.
Edgeworth: *simply* Yes... And I do. That's... not unreasonable. As long as things are clearly communicated. And Lana?
Lana: *softly* Yes?
Edgeworth: Let's meet tomorrow to discuss this in person.
Lana: Yes, I agree. *breathes out, sitting forward* I'm still not quite sure what to think... but I do wish you were here.
Edgeworth: *with warmth in his tone* I do, too. I would be in the car right now if not for the consideration that it might be counter to how you wish to approach this situation. I am standing in the entryway with my keys within reach, if that's what you want.
Lana: No... it's not necessary. You're right; it can wait for tomorrow. I'll call you in the morning.
Edgeworth: I'll be waiting. I'm glad to hear you calmer.
Lana: Mm. *shuts her eyes, feeling somewhat calmer* Goodnight, Miles.
Edgeworth: Sleep well, Lana.
Edgeworth: *as she hangs up he lets the hand holding the phone fall to his side and looks down. True to his word, he's in his entryway, hand merely inches from his keys on the table next to the door. He drums his fingers against the table, and the sound echoes through his empty entryway and up the stairs* Damn it, Marshall... You couldn't have waited just a few more months to come crawling back here with your tail between your legs?
Edgeworth: *he groans, raises his hand from the table and walks back into his office, intent on burying himself in a book for what looks to be a long night*
Lana: *after clearing the dishes away after dinner, she excuses herself and returns to her bedroom. There, she retrieves out her cellphone and stares at it for a moment, hesitating before she makes the call. There are so many things to sort out, and she doesn't know where to begin. Finally, she dials the number and holds the phone to her ear, pacing in the area in front of her bed*
Edgeworth: *it rings twice and then is answered* Miles Edgeworth speaking. *his voice sounds a bit distracted*
Lana: Miles. *pauses in her steps--her voice is tense* Do you have a moment?
Edgeworth: *there's the sound of a heavy book closing and his tone ticks up a register, curious* For you, always. What's the matter?
Lana: *resumes pacing, the thumb of her free hand moving to her mouth--she's agitated* It's Jake. He... just came back.
Edgeworth: *a silence that stretches out too long not to be awkward* Came back...? Back to LA?
Lana: Yes. He's downstairs, right now. *her grip on the phone tightens and though she speaks firmly, the stress is similarly evident in her voice* I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think.
Edgeworth: He what? He's... *another silence* Lana, I can't- I'm coming- Hm. No, that would be... *sighs, then, more to himself* This is a difficult situation. *to her* Lana, what exactly happened?
Lana: I just came home, and he was here with his bags. He'd made dinner--he made dinner. *breathes out, taking a seat on her bed. She sounds somewhat calmer after that* He said that Wyoming wasn't working out, and that's why he hadn't written-- *a slightly bitter laugh* --and that's why he's back now. I asked him how he could possibly think we could just go back to how things were, just like that...
Edgeworth: *an unamused scoff* And his response?
Lana: I don't know.*shuts her eyes* ...I told him about you.
Edgeworth: ...Oh? *clears his throat* Good... Well. His reaction to that couldn't have been favorable...
Lana: He was ready to walk out right then and there. *a pause* I asked him to stay. If he had left again, just like that... *bites her thumb, not finishing*
Edgeworth: You...
Lana: I asked him to stay. He's in Ema's room right now. *with a slight edge to her voice* What was I to do?
Edgeworth: *the sharp noise of a heavy chair being pushed back* ...Lana. You can't think that that's appropriate. *his voice is carefully neutral*
Lana: *a long pause* .......
Lana: *and finally, resignedly* You're right. My apologies. I'm not... thinking very clearly, right now.
Edgeworth: ...I admit, there's no easy solution, but... *he pauses and moves on, thinking* Yes, I imagine it's been a shock... Hm. If we put our heads together we can find an acceptable solution, I'm sure... I suppose he doesn't have the means to get a hotel roo- Actually, first thing first. Would you feel confident in letting him know that he is not welcome to stay in your home any longer?
Lana: *holds a hand over her eyes* ...... Yes. Yes, but... in regards to tonight as well? *the question is quiet, not asked to him so much as to herself*
Edgeworth: ...Ah. *his voice hardens, but not cuttingly.* You'd put it off til tomorrow? Either way you are reversing position, so it won't be any easier then. And the more you wait, the harder it will be, until-
Edgeworth: *grunts uncomfortably* Lana, I understand you still have feelings for him... That's- I came into this situation understanding that. So try to see it from my point of view. If you feel an obligation to help him, do it by lending him the money to stay in a motel. Any other way is of no benefit to anyone involved.
Lana: I'll tell him tonight. *firmly* But I'm leaving him the option to stay for the night, at least. I'm not kicking him out like this. *a pause* You know you can trust me on this.
Edgeworth: *simply* Yes... And I do. That's... not unreasonable. As long as things are clearly communicated. And Lana?
Lana: *softly* Yes?
Edgeworth: Let's meet tomorrow to discuss this in person.
Lana: Yes, I agree. *breathes out, sitting forward* I'm still not quite sure what to think... but I do wish you were here.
Edgeworth: *with warmth in his tone* I do, too. I would be in the car right now if not for the consideration that it might be counter to how you wish to approach this situation. I am standing in the entryway with my keys within reach, if that's what you want.
Lana: No... it's not necessary. You're right; it can wait for tomorrow. I'll call you in the morning.
Edgeworth: I'll be waiting. I'm glad to hear you calmer.
Lana: Mm. *shuts her eyes, feeling somewhat calmer* Goodnight, Miles.
Edgeworth: Sleep well, Lana.
Edgeworth: *as she hangs up he lets the hand holding the phone fall to his side and looks down. True to his word, he's in his entryway, hand merely inches from his keys on the table next to the door. He drums his fingers against the table, and the sound echoes through his empty entryway and up the stairs* Damn it, Marshall... You couldn't have waited just a few more months to come crawling back here with your tail between your legs?
Edgeworth: *he groans, raises his hand from the table and walks back into his office, intent on burying himself in a book for what looks to be a long night*