"I feel like hell." Normally Phil would've gone to the Tribute press junket with Daryl and Jeremy, stay around the edge of the unspoken distance between interdistrict couples. This time however, he was stuck in a conference with the Mentors, doing the play-by-play of his partners, er, friends' demise in the Arena. Those never get easier and more so when he knows every death can weather a person's resolve and sanity. Every week they were out there, Gray hoped that if they couldn't win, they could at least exit in a quick and painless manner.
But this is not the time to dwell on this, not with how silent Jeremy was and how haggard Daryl looked after escaping the paparazzi. It's instinct how they could read each other's body language and immediately tell what was happening. The reliance on touch helped them even more as Phil reached out to trace his fingertips along Jeremy's jawline before turning to Daryl, welcoming him into this close moment just as much. He doesn't know what this is, but Phil has grown to need these two to be okay, and to be happy.
"But you guys are okay and you got out of there. They're getting desperate for ratings since the Arena's finale, they'll take what they can get. But you didn't hear it from me," the former manager exhaled a held breath, "But they know they can't get into this suite." He led them both towards the nearby couch, with a view of Panem that would've been beautiful if one were to be ignorant of the truth. One of the seats was destroyed with the many scratches and bites Foxy, Alby and Charlie ravaged upon it. It made the space lived in and shared between the three men in equal ways.
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But this is not the time to dwell on this, not with how silent Jeremy was and how haggard Daryl looked after escaping the paparazzi. It's instinct how they could read each other's body language and immediately tell what was happening. The reliance on touch helped them even more as Phil reached out to trace his fingertips along Jeremy's jawline before turning to Daryl, welcoming him into this close moment just as much. He doesn't know what this is, but Phil has grown to need these two to be okay, and to be happy.
"But you guys are okay and you got out of there. They're getting desperate for ratings since the Arena's finale, they'll take what they can get. But you didn't hear it from me," the former manager exhaled a held breath, "But they know they can't get into this suite." He led them both towards the nearby couch, with a view of Panem that would've been beautiful if one were to be ignorant of the truth. One of the seats was destroyed with the many scratches and bites Foxy, Alby and Charlie ravaged upon it. It made the space lived in and shared between the three men in equal ways.