He needs to get back. He really needs to get back. He also doesn't actually know for sure that time is passing back home and he still has come no closer to figuring out how he's even going to tell this story and he's exhausted, emotionally and physically.
He takes a moment to consider-- it's quick, in reality, probably noticeable but not uncomfortable, just a normal man, weighing his words a moment. Inside, though, his mind is still moving fast and frantic. He's going to have to use the Azem excuse, sooner or later, even though Thanatos hasn't asked directly and he has no idea what that's going to produce. Are they already lovers? He has no idea how far along on any timelines they actually are, here, how long before the Final Days from this point, how old anyone is or how much that even matters. His thoughts spin, he's not thinking clearly and he knows he isn't. He isn't sure it matters.
"My business here actually just concluded," he finally says, and that should be the end of it, but he just... can't make himself turn and walk away. "But it's lovely here. It's my first visit and I've been shown around already but not really had a chance to enjoy any of it. Perhaps we could simply walk together a while, if neither of us have anywhere to be," he smiles, and it's a smile Phillip would recognize, soft and sweet, a little wry with humor as he huffs a laugh, "I couldn't get anyone else to leave their work to do more than give me a perfunctory tour."
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Date: 2022-01-07 07:52 pm (UTC)He takes a moment to consider-- it's quick, in reality, probably noticeable but not uncomfortable, just a normal man, weighing his words a moment. Inside, though, his mind is still moving fast and frantic. He's going to have to use the Azem excuse, sooner or later, even though Thanatos hasn't asked directly and he has no idea what that's going to produce. Are they already lovers? He has no idea how far along on any timelines they actually are, here, how long before the Final Days from this point, how old anyone is or how much that even matters. His thoughts spin, he's not thinking clearly and he knows he isn't. He isn't sure it matters.
"My business here actually just concluded," he finally says, and that should be the end of it, but he just... can't make himself turn and walk away. "But it's lovely here. It's my first visit and I've been shown around already but not really had a chance to enjoy any of it. Perhaps we could simply walk together a while, if neither of us have anywhere to be," he smiles, and it's a smile Phillip would recognize, soft and sweet, a little wry with humor as he huffs a laugh, "I couldn't get anyone else to leave their work to do more than give me a perfunctory tour."