[ Of course it's all right. Tatara nods, tilting his head as he looks up at Phil in a way to show that he's patient, listening. There's the faintest hue of sympathy as he blinks, watching the way he hugs himself. Ah... He knew not everyone was going to be in the...best place to come here. It pulls on his heartstrings, because he can sympathize. ]

I wish I could tell you, but if I'm honest? I can't tell you either way.

[ There's no way to tell where here even is, in relation to home.

Tatara reaches to place his hand on Phil's arm, and he squeezes, reassuring. ]

How does it feel when you're with him? Is it like this?