[ Beneath the night sky awaiting a meteor shower, Day's pupils are like a tiny mirror of it, blue starlight shimmering with fondness as he gazes back at Phil.
He wouldn't say he's perfect—not after how his own anxieties have spilled out onto others here in the world—but he'd be flattered Phil thinks so of him. ]
Of course. [ With a knowing smile. Day still has to make some things up to Phil, after all. ]
...I got one more thing to ask you. [ ...Which he's kind of anxious about, because his (admittedly small) track record hasn't felt very good, but... ] And...something I wanna give you, too.
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He wouldn't say he's perfect—not after how his own anxieties have spilled out onto others here in the world—but he'd be flattered Phil thinks so of him. ]
Of course. [ With a knowing smile. Day still has to make some things up to Phil, after all. ]
...I got one more thing to ask you. [ ...Which he's kind of anxious about, because his (admittedly small) track record hasn't felt very good, but... ] And...something I wanna give you, too.