He lets himself be steered. He doesn't show any particular desire to lead himself to anything or do anything without being prompted, but it doesn't seem like a particularly dangerous fugue or anything so much as just that he's exhausted, in every way it was possible to be exhausted, and the thought of navigating, of thinking through, even so much as the path to the bed, seems an impossible climb. Far easier to just trail along easily with Phillip's prompting.

(And though Phillip would almost certainly say he's still too selfless, he's not above enjoying being fussed over a little bit.)

"So... you do remember what just happened. Or well... what just happened for me, I suppose."