Floor 2, Room 4

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Phillip Biqe Reston

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[Slowly but surely, Phil finds himself relaxing as he listens to the quiet tune. It's like a lullaby in a way, gentle and soothing, and it's not long before he can feel sleep beckoning to him once again.

He still can't quite turn back to face Day after that stray thought (that was not entirely unwelcome and that's a whole other thing to be thinking about, but not right now), but what he can do is reach back with one hand, a wordless offer if Day wants to take it. Because, unexpected thoughts about wanting to kiss him aside, Day's presence is like an anchor keeping Phil's thoughts from drifting to dark places as he closes his eyes.

The mission is still on the forefront of his mind, the pain still fresh and raw. But if this simple touch can keep the memories of it at bay for the time being? Then surely it's all right to be just a little selfish this one time.]

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[ Oh, this is...

...Phil somehow manages to keep being adorable, huh. Day reaches over to take the offered hand, and after a moment's hesitation, laces their fingers together while he's still humming. He won't be going anywhere else for a while.

It's a good thing Phil can't see how red his own face is right now. ]

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[The intimacy of that particular gesture isn't lost on Phil; he finds himself glad that he's facing the other way so that he doesn't have to try to read whatever expression might be on Day's face as he entwines their fingers, nor let Day see the soft, sad smile that creeps onto his own.

As long as they can stay like this for now, then it's fine. He'll nod off, the warmth of Day's hand the last thing he's conscious of before sleep finally claims him.]