Phil.

[A hand, this time not in anger, on his shoulder.]

...Keep your pants on, okay, keep just a little bit of dignity. [Is what he ends up saying instead of anything heartfelt and important. Because it's all stoppered up in his chest, fit to burst, and they're going to have to talk about it. Eventually. Just maybe not right now. Keep it all swallowed down.] We both know I don't have any left to spare as it is.