"Oh, you know, since Wednesday... Ish?" Philip knit his eyebrows, casting a fleeting look of contemplation creeping over his features as he attempted to recall the exact date of his arrival. There was no reason to outright lie when the best deception often came from the omission of details rather than the complete fabrication of them. "The official day was the first of the month, like it is for most people's I'd guess, but I figured I'd take it slow and steady. Not that it really did me much good in the end." His tone was casual, but internally he was gauging the distance left now that Samuel had chiseled down the space between them. Proximity meant fingers that closed around limbs, and legs that could trip or twine to restrict his movements. Even when these factors had not accounted for by his conscious mind, instinct acknowledged them and directed Philip with swift footwork of a carefully coordinated side-step to a position that was safely out of reach. The act had somehow managed to look natural, the casual meandering of someone who did not do well with standing still.
"I had some paper cups but why be so cruel to the environment, right? Sometimes you have to be man and swallow your pride, and borrow what you need from a charitable soul. I mean, I think we've all had times we had to rely on someone else for help." He raised each item in his hand allowing them into bold view, his head tilted down with the hint of shame behind a shy smile, though it was more easily attributed to embarrassment over the admission of some self-perceived failure than any fear of allowing Samuel see what he held in each after the other man had voiced his interest. Samuel's eyes narrowed, but he did not interrupt. "Well, maybe not you. You look like someone who's probably had to help everyone else more often than be helped yourself. You're a regular Superman." Philip frowned, deciding that didn't seem right. The upstanding superhero who stood for truth, justice, and the American way was too much of a clean cut boyscout to be compared to this vaguely intimidating, rugged but not altogether unfriendly specimen of machismo. He went with the only other comic protagonist he knew of. "Er, Batman? But me? Well, look at me. I'm still trying to figure out how to be an adult, and pay the rent and take care of bills. They don't teach you that in school." His shoulders slumped with their usual slanted slouch as if in weary defeat of this revelation, one foot falling idly behind him as he shifted his weight back onto it.