With the way that Phalanx continues to puddle and settle down, they may be half convinced that the three of them are just going to live there on the couch from now on, in one big, happy, communal blob forever. A blanket flipper is casually left on Vincent's leg (along with the feet and whatever else is still lumped half-on him from before), and Phalanx plunks their head back down on Robin's chest, lower than before.

At this point, the creature has slunk down almost to the point where they could be considered lying down, curled up in an impressively small, boneless pile.