[There's a lingering gross taste in Toby's mouth, something like old and rotted dry blood, before Drew pushes away whatever ugly thoughts he has. Toby glances at his glass and suddenly doesn't feel up for drinks anymore.]

You're right. [Maybe he should try talking with Edgeworth again. Toby had been there for him in the past, had been able to pacify him. Perhaps he can do so again...] He'll probably pursue it, but still. There's no real reason for concern anymore.

[It's Toby's problem from now on. He's decided that all of this is. Not that he's any good at it, but he might as well take responsibility. At least, one of them should step up to it.

Again, another awkward silence. Maybe they should get the obvious out of the way.]

Tell me, Drew. You really don't like this bond with me, do you?

[He knows Drew hadn't meant for it to happen, and he thinks Drew is probably totally ashamed of being bonded with him. And he supposes that's all right, even if he can't bring himself to dislike Drew. Still, if he's going to deal with that undercurrent of disgust or anger, he'd rather be out with it, even if acknowledging it might be painful.]