"I know I would have," Philip said, quick to align his own thoughts with those of someone he viewed as immensely and effortlessly cool as his current company. "And I'd have definitely looked out for you too. I mean, I still would if you needed it and I had something to offer. But right now I think you're pretty well taken care of." His eyes once again roved the penthouse rooms as he tried to ignore the sense that some deeper meaning lay beneath those statements, the tug of some old promise made that he didn't remember making and simply couldn't have since he'd only just met Steven then. The sensation left him uneasy. Though it had not been the first of its occurrences since his arrival at P1, it was perhaps the most potent, and his efforts to shove it off into some distant corner of his mind so that it might subsequently be ignored was not proving entirely successful. Yet, he at last managed to rationalize it away, the feeling while strange could not be deemed unpleasant, and Philip told himself this was merely his typical restlessness at work. He seldom liked to stay in one place long, the anxious twitch apparent in his inability to even remain still. However subtle, there always some ever-present movement in his hands or feet. He tapped his fingers against the curved surface of his glass before downing the remaining contents.
"I probably ought to let you get back to things," Philip admitted, his piece of cheese polished off soon after. "But I'll definitely be back!" He added with sincere enthusiasm. Whatever odd moments had transpired between them, Philip knew he was nevertheless comfortable there. He liked Steven and his home.