[It's such an idiotic thing to say. Classic Edgeworth. Sirius glances over at him, a smile tugging suddenly at the corners of his mouth.]
Yeah. I know.
[And it's good, that he does. That goes unsaid. There's a beat, and then he reaches over to clap Edgeworth on the arm, once, bracing, far more like his usual self.]
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Yeah. I know.
[And it's good, that he does. That goes unsaid. There's a beat, and then he reaches over to clap Edgeworth on the arm, once, bracing, far more like his usual self.]
You're a prat.