He had no intentions of getting a kid, absolutely zero, and then when he was trading in a village he found you. All beat up and bruised, ratty clothes clinging to your bag which only had about four dollars in it and half a price of stale bread left in it, the voices made this decision he’s tried to convince himself. Reminds him of what happened after the orphans killed his parents, scared and alone till Phil found him when he was 17. He’d come a long way since then, and history was bound to repeat itself so…he took you in.

He didn’t know what hybrid signs were either, he was just aware you were in pain and panicked. Phil came over, explained how you were probably a late Avian hybrid whose wings were just starting to grow in.

When they do come in their tiny and fluffy, Phil’s immediately cringed out because they’re not preened since no one’s wings were when the first grow in. That’s how he teaches techno, each on them taking a wing a preening it carefully.

He likes learning about things while you get more accustomed to not living on the streets anymore or having to worry about food or money.