[It would most certainly be his preference that she keep any thoughts like that to herself although she's not entirely wrong about the pent up energy. Deep down, beneath most of his facade of complete and total apathy for his situation, he's still angry. Nearly beating and strangling Rick to death hadn't been enough to let go of all that anger and it's likely nothing will ever be. So, he ends up carrying it with him in the square middle of his chest.]
[Philip glances over at her as she walks over and starts to help. He doesn't know what to make of her. While she seems to be continuing the unspoken tradition of being helpful and friendly, there's something different about her, too. Something he can't quite place his finger on.]
[It's only when he realizes that he's starting to think on what it is that he suddenly reaches over and pulls something down she was about to reach for.]
I got it.
[That's how these things start and he won't let it happen again.]
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[Philip glances over at her as she walks over and starts to help. He doesn't know what to make of her. While she seems to be continuing the unspoken tradition of being helpful and friendly, there's something different about her, too. Something he can't quite place his finger on.]
[It's only when he realizes that he's starting to think on what it is that he suddenly reaches over and pulls something down she was about to reach for.]
I got it.
[That's how these things start and he won't let it happen again.]