Ask-Hobo-Wright

"Apollo Justice?" The bizarrely ironic and heroic name lost it’s value on her, knowing more than a few people with punny names - herself not excluded. "I hope he can clear your name! It doesn’t seem fair that you should get in trouble for something like that…you’re too good, Nick!" Her hands flung up to her chest, tightening into tiny fists. "If you trust in him…I’ll trust in him, too!" She nodded her head, eyebrows furrowing. "If I can’t help out with the case…make sure to tell me when it is! I’ll make a big banner and sit in the crowd!" Her arms lowered by her side, face softening. "And once you’re name’s cleared, things won’t have to be sad." Or, that’s what she thought. Though in all honesty, innocence had never been something that kept the bad times away. It was something the two of them should have known especially. "But hey! It…it’s good to see you! We shouldn’t talk about sad stuff." Putting her hands on her hips, head tilting back just a bit, she gave a wide grin. "We should go get burgers!" Tilting to one side, her head nearly resting on her shoulders, she lifted her eyebrows. "It can be on me today!”

"Yeah, likewise, Miss Byrde...", he smiled, "So how have you been lately? Alright, I hope?"

Her enthusiastic fists lowered slightly once the comforting hand has rested on her shoulder. She didn’t really understand - someone else? The right time? Any time seemed like the right time to her! After all, if you’re innocent you should prove it right away! Shouldn’t you? And if this had happened just after she had last been with him…that would have meant he had been seen as guilty for around seven years. That didn’t seem fair. "Who’s the someone else? What are they going to do? I can help, Nick!" She nearly whined the man’s nickname, giving her fists a strong shake. It was in her nature to help - whether that help was wanted or not. After all, she hadn’t spent so many years helping Nick with his cases for no reason! "I don’t get it…" Puffing out her cheeks, making the now twenty-seven year old girl’s face look nearly as young as she had when she first met him. "Why isn’t now alright? If we work hard we could get it done right away!" Her hands lifted into the air, to add a greater emphasis to her point. Giving a small pause for effect, she finally lowered her hands, her head tilting to the side. “And you look so sad now.” Sure, he hadn’t always been happy before…but he didn’t look as down as he did now. The Nick she remembered didn’t get so down.