[Well. It's hard to keep up a solid argument when someone's tenderly cupping your face in their hands, and his body is wracked with bone-deep shudders from keeping their eyes locked together for so long. He sags a little then, resting his cheek in this veritable stranger's palm, takes a breath, takes another. One-two.
Phillip's firm tone, his insistence, it's enough to push him in the right direction.]
If...if you're sure it's not what you want, my dear, then who am I to argue with you?
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Phillip's firm tone, his insistence, it's enough to push him in the right direction.]
If...if you're sure it's not what you want, my dear, then who am I to argue with you?
[And he flashes the bright curve of his smile.]