[Well, jesus, he can't really say no to that. With a sigh through his nose, he nods. Pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes off the lack of focus in favor of a strong dose of pain. His tolerance for it? It's reaching critical mass, lately.]
Alright — alright. [His hand doesn't leave Edgeworth's shoulder as he shifts on the ground to get to his knees. He'll hold the handkerchief, no sweat.] Gimme a hand, will ya?
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Alright — alright. [His hand doesn't leave Edgeworth's shoulder as he shifts on the ground to get to his knees. He'll hold the handkerchief, no sweat.] Gimme a hand, will ya?