He meets their gaze, nodding slowly. While he still doesn't understand exactly what Phalanx is experiencing, he knows what it's like to feel things that have not been real for a very, very long time. And he supposes that Phalanx has done that a lot today. No wonder they're so tired.

He reaches out to brush some hair away from their face, under their hood. He speaks softly, just so that Vincent does not casually overhear.

"I get confused, sometimes," he admits, "When it feels like the way things felt years ago. Years and years... But I can smell it like it's now, or see it. Sometimes feel it."

As if the thought reminds him, he pulls his hand back to start picking at the fingers of his gloves. "But it's all right, this is a safe place for that. And Vincent is always kind about it, even if he is kind of a dumbass."

As if on cue, they both hear a very belated, confused, "...Did you say there was food?" faintly from the bedroom.