Phil gives a cheery 'be right back' to Quackity and Chayanne before leaning heavily against Missa as they're led to the kitchen. They seem really happy with this, giving a low, constant bird cooing and purring. They just seem so genuinely content to be close to Missa, a now ever-present smile on their normally weary expression.
As the two arrive at the kitchen, Phil hums softly turns. The original intention had been to get water, but that blanks immediately in their mind as they arrive, the haze settling as they lean against Missa. There's a few stray thoughts. Things like; how they should get their uncomfortable shoes off, how they shouldn't have put the product in their hair to make it this fluffy (honestly, it's the most effort Phil had ever put into their appearence since they got the kids), and how they're absolutely going to get a headache soon.
But all the thoughts are kind of... blank. Meaningless. There's no urge to really do anything but kind of lean more on Missa, giving a kind of giddy, small laugh. "Oh, Missa,,, you should've come, it was so much fun." They start to speak, smiling warmly. "Or maybe not . Because at one point I'm pretty sure people were gonna start fucking on tables. And I saw that some people ended up really upset- ah, that reminds me, I wanted to text forever-" They starts to pat themselves down, before giving up very quickly. Too dizzy, actually ^^ "-fucking hell, or not."
- @crows-father
Missa is panicking a little. He has never been this physically close to Phil, especially for this long. Actually, it's never seen Phil this carefree either. He's seen them laugh and smile sure but he's never seen him this, relaxed. The closest being whenever they're with Chayanne, but even then he has an air of exhaustion about him. He wishes he could see him like this all the time.
At Phil's description of the event he laughs out a surprised, "What??" A small pang of disappointment hits him at the mention of Forever. He quickly waves it off in favor of continuing, "You HAVE to tell me everything after you're well. Y'know, sober."
"Speaking of that—" Missa starts to peel them off him. Hands on their waist to keep them stable, she struggles a little to get him on the stool. "—we should probably get you some water." The absence of their warmth lingers on his pseudo-skin for a moment. Be normal Missa.
The past few days of taking care of Chayanne here has familiarized them with where everything is. She quickly grabs a glass, glances at him and asks, "Do you want water or do you prefer some juice or something?"
