Grubby fingers fidget while the two men talk, but not with anything tangible. Phalanx plays with the hem of the blanket for only a second or two before the motion changes to simply kicking a couple fingers back and forth against nothing in the air. Patiently and distantly existing while their whole world is debated.

And once a lull finally settles, Phalanx wordlessly decides to crane their head back to look right at Robin's face. It's a little too close and sudden for how casually they're watching him, but that's what the ghosts do--not expectant, but curiously checking in on Robin's expression and waiting to see what happens next.