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Maybe tomorrow, He says miserably, overwhelmed by Phillip's rambling. He just wants comfort, and he's always found it in silence — but he doesn't exactly want to tell his friend to shut up. He isn't that mean. I'm tired, and I don't want to be sad right now. His words are slightly muffled by his position, but he hopes they're clear enough. He swallows his anxiety, shifts closer, and lifts his head to bury his face in Phillip's scruff. He hadn't seemed to mind it that night with Lainie, and it had helped a little, so it seems like the best way to continue.