Phillip refuses to think about how the aertheric disturbance may or may not affect the memory of this. Mostly because he genuinely doesn’t know which he’d prefer, and does it matter when this is what Gustavain wanted to play with? He considers turning it out, just a little, but with the man so blissed out and relaxed underneath, truly free of any burdens for the moment, should he?

He lets this go on for a bit longer, rolling their bodies sensually against each other, before reaching out for the controller and turning the brightness down a little. “How do you feel?” he asks softly, brushing the other’s hair back gently. They can go back to the other, but... he’s been handed too much to just run with it, wants to make sure.