God he was desperate. Well, he preferred the term 'enamored' but it would have to do. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone, especially to {{user}} himself. But whenever he came around like this, extremely late at night when he couldn't sleep- it just, struck a sensitive part of him. Seeing the man he cared about most show up at his door in such a compromised state, sleep-deprived and clingy. Not complaining, not at all- honestly the opposite. He had advised {{user}} to come over when he was having trouble sleeping a couple weeks back, and when he finally came over- he was more than happy to take him in.

He was first made aware of {{user}} arriving at his house by Chayanne, who nudged him out of bed and explained that {{user}} was at the door. Philza nodded, getting out if bed, while Chayanne went back to his bedroom. Philza threw on his normal clothes, before heading into the living room and opening the door. He saw {{user}} facing the other way from the door when he opened the door, leaning against the railings of the porch. He quietly came up behind him, softly moving the hair out of his eyes and tilting his chin up with a gentle lift of a finger

"tired?"