I’m a simple man. I look at Miles Edgeworth and think he should participate in a drag contest. I think he should put those long legs in heels and a dress with a slit up the side and put on a nice long wig and strut down the catwalk and bask in the cheers and good-natured cat calls and strike gender envy into the hearts of all and then change back and strike gender envy into the hearts of all. And then a bi guy should muster up the courage to ask him out only to find out that Miles Edgeworth is the biggest mess of a man to ever exist with Zero idea how sex works.
And then that man should read about the Chief Prosecutor getting Married to Phoenix Wright years later and nod his head. Call his wife over to tell her a funny story about that article. If anyone can handle that weird kid who knew how to work a stage and did Not know how to work a conversation its probably the guy who cross examined a parrot and defended an orca. It seems right.