[Phillip raises a hand, clasping it gently behind Julian's neck and threading his fingers into the base of his hair. This is always so much easier than talking, even though maybe it would be better if he took the harder path slightly more often. Now, though, he's reasonably sure this is the better decision, part distraction from the insane forces that brought them here and part time to process.
He grips Julian's hair and uses that hold to separate them, eyes trailing over the man's features. He's still trying to avoid eye contact, but if Julian wants to he can meet his gaze long enough to figure out why that might be the case. Looking into Phillip's eyes is, very literally, staring down Death, and looking into them for more than a second or so begins to feel the sense of creeping understanding, the overwhelming knowledge that death is unescapable, that even if they'd evaded it in the past that one day it will come for them and not let go.
He's never entirely figured out why some people seem to like it.]
What do you want? [He's not going to presume to know, even though he's pretty sure he does.]
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He grips Julian's hair and uses that hold to separate them, eyes trailing over the man's features. He's still trying to avoid eye contact, but if Julian wants to he can meet his gaze long enough to figure out why that might be the case. Looking into Phillip's eyes is, very literally, staring down Death, and looking into them for more than a second or so begins to feel the sense of creeping understanding, the overwhelming knowledge that death is unescapable, that even if they'd evaded it in the past that one day it will come for them and not let go.
He's never entirely figured out why some people seem to like it.]
What do you want? [He's not going to presume to know, even though he's pretty sure he does.]