10:24 am
Phoenix shut the book he was holding and dropped it in his lap, rubbing his eyes with a free hand. He had been doing entirely too much reading lately, simply trying to pass the time, avoiding the elephant in the room; the thought that even though he had Franziska here with him, they still weren't home, and he wanted to be back there so badly it hurt.
Letting out a low, muted groan, he stretched in the armchair and closed his eyes, feeling what he assumed was sunlight filtering in through the bay windows. This place tired him out. He needed a pick-me-up, something to energise him; god help him, he'd even take another case from Larry if it meant he could go back to court again.
He tapped his bare foot on the carpet, propping his head up on one fist. Something needed to happen, and soon, or he was gonna go nuts.
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