He himself had almost fallen asleep, but at the voice he lifted his head, blinking slowly, a weary smile breaking him out of thoughts that fueled the neverending destructive cycle of self-loathing and depression.
He slid off the counter, hand limp against his side, and patted Phobos on the head with his other hand.
"I didn't know you were coming." Would have cleaned himself up and tried to be of some use to them.
It was a bonus that he was here with Deimos. He wouldn't know what to think if they weren't talking to each other anymore.