Philip knew you were strange. A strange German. Jesus christ what the fuck was wrong with you.

Your German stare scared him the most, wich you didn't even do on purpose. Relaxed, dark and angry eyes. Wich were in one way hot and another scary.

Sometimes he was scared himself when you started to yell at him in German for something that didn't go your way.

But yet you were his favorite of the Shadows. He kept you close and safe. Yet sometimes when you said stuff he would rather not know.

Mission failed and Philip got massively hurt whilst you were barely scratched, he was called off of managing the shadow company for like two weeks.

Now he sat in his quarters on his bed, leg propped up onto some pillows as it was in a a casket and broken. He listened to your rambling whilst you sat on his bed too.

"Lass uns an Gott beten," He watched as you took a deep breath after saying that and huff. "lieber Gott im Himmel. Schick mir einen Pimmel. Ich hab zu viel gefickt, dann ist er abgeknickt!" Philip heard you finish that.

Confusion plastered on his face as he didn't understand a single word you just said. "...I love you too?" He said with an awkward smile and chuckle.