Two of the pills roll into Philip's palm before he can close the bottle. He holds them between his fingers, and wonders when he stopped popping them like candy. Or why, for that matter, because it sure seems like a great idea now.

"You mean--"

He trails off. Of course he means the event. Otherwise they wouldn't need that moment of awkward silence Philip is clinging to now, would they? How much does Souji know, anyway? Compared to all the confessions he's had to make in Wonderland, compared to everything Philip was forced to admit to somebody sooner or later, talking to him always seemed... easy. Superficial.

So maybe he owes Souji something with more substance this time.

"...It's mine."

...Well. Baby steps.