Floor 2, Room 4

[mirristry]

Phillip Biqe Reston

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[troublereduction]

You...really just started cryin' for some reason?

[ Day is so confused, as someone who tries to avoid crying as much as possible. ]

[mirristry]

Y-yes... it's something of a bad habit of mine, I'm afraid. I never intend for it to happen, but the tears always just end up coming before I can stop them.

[It's more than a little embarrassing, to be honest...]

[troublereduction]

Wonder if that means you have a soft heart.

[ Though he doesn't say this as if it's a bad thing to have. ]

[mirristry]

[That brings Phil up short. A soft heart? Him? After everything he's done?

... no, he doubts it.

There's a long, telling moment of silence before he answers.]

... maybe that's it.

[troublereduction]

[ Oh, Day can tell, if only because he's been guilty of doing the same before. That's why he ends up asking, ]

Just maybe?

[mirristry]

Mmmm.

[It's a noncommittal sound that isn't really an answer at all.]

[troublereduction]

...Well, I think the fact you're reactin' like this says enough.

[mirristry]

[Phil's next inhalation is sharp, pained, and it's another long moment before he finally exhales.]

... I should... probably rest a bit more. Just to be safe.

[Even if doing so means running the risk of encountering his nightmares again...]

[troublereduction]

...Aight. [ This is so alarming, yet Day feels like it has to be handled delicately. ] If you...I don't know, feel weird or somethin', you can drop by my room and I'll see what I can heal?

[ Though he very much doubts it's a physical wound. ]

[mirristry]

Thank you.

[He means it, really he does. And he truly appreciates the kindness; he just also knows that no amount of physical healing will be able to help... well, anything, really, and so the offer almost stings in its own way, extended out of genuine concern for his wellbeing.

What a despicable person he is.]