This time, there's not so much difference between the two states. There's a little catch to his breath that says that he's catching up to where he is and what's happening, but it's not much different from when he went under other than the mess and the jellied feeling of his limbs. He doesn't bother to try to sort any of it out at the moment, though, all of that bright energy he normally carries with him muted and soft, now.

He will shift a bit with Phillip, wind his arms around him and snuggle down just a bit until his head finds the crook of his arm, but that's about all the moving or commentary he seems willing to make without being prompted, at least for a long moment.

"Mmm... worth every penny," he murmurs, the words slurred with exhaustion, and if Phillip doesn't do anything to stop it, he's sleeping right here like this, doesn't even bother to take the thing off.