Phillip reaches up with one of his hands to cover Gustavain's, leaning into the touch. "Obvious, hm?" he says with a little smile, clearly not thinking it was- but then again, they are coming at this from very different places. One who is all but fueled by want and connections, and one who has scarce ever seen it.

There is a moment of quiet between them as Phillip just soaks in the gentle warmth of the hand before he speaks again, a little uncertain. "What is next, then?" He's not trying to be clever, he genuinely does not know. In a way, to him the path forward is incredibly obvious, a devotion that comes with want and belonging and everything Gustavain is. But if it was so simple as that, he feels like Gustavain would have laid his claim before now.