[Phil swallows hard, tries to force down the lump in his throat before it makes itself known to the world in the form of tears. Although he can't even remember what it's like not having Marcus around, it doesn't seem as though he has any choice in the matter.
The facts are that he's all alone here.]
I... y-yes. Thank you. [...] I'll be all right.
[He won't, not really, but he can at least try to pretend.]
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The facts are that he's all alone here.]
I... y-yes. Thank you. [...] I'll be all right.
[He won't, not really, but he can at least try to pretend.]