There might be some words for Gustavain after this, trying to figure out why it's like this, why he seems so divided within himself. Phillip can guess, but it can't be healthy, something he knows only too well from his own experience. But he doubts talking to this particular aspect of him will yield much use, the part being hidden rather than doing the hiding. And it's possible there's another explanation, but he'll only know if he asks.

And, if he's honest, having a conversation about it now would be difficult for him too- he tries to stay still, but there's an instinct in him that makes him tip his head ever so slightly back as the hand presses against his throat, staying well within his orbit.

He's said it before: that sense of freedom is a very good look on him.

Phillip doesn't make any move to pull away from the hold on his hip, cocking his head slightly as he lifts a hand up to rest on the other's shoulder. "I feel like you should know that by now, too," he says, but in reality, maybe this is part of that conversation he's been putting off, "I have no intention of running."

Maybe he should have. Maybe they both should have. Maybe that night in the Forgotten Knight should have been the end of it. But it wasn't, and Phillip has stayed by him for this long; having a hidden 'dark side' certainly won't scare him off now.