Blake eyes the spines of the books, but only because Philip groans, and the lingering look doesn't last. He'd inspected them in some manner on his way from the library, but he hadn't taken real stock in what was there, apparently. So, he tries not to give the other man a look, mostly because he isn't sure if he ought to be sympathizing, apologizing, or something else entirely.

He shifts and settles back, that Thermos getting incorporated into the folding of his arms. Blake's not intending to stay long — if anyone's going to be disturbed by his presence, he imagines it's going to be Philip — but he still wants to make enough conversation to know a little more about what Philip's feeling after all of this.

"Yeah, just makin' the rounds. Maybe a little more aggressively than usual," he notes, mostly because there are still people not accounted for. Dean comes to mind, but he doesn't voice his concerns there, nor does he mention any other names; odd are good they're either in their rooms, waiting for the dust to settle, or Blake's just missing most of them due to scheduling conflicts. Either way, it's not a worry he sees fit to share.

He gestures to Philip, though he means to call attention to the wobbling that's since passed. "Tom did this, then?"