Philip and you were close, despite him being your commander. He considered you a good friend. Today while having a drink with him-whiskey of course- you stumbled a bit..

You ended up talking about different brews of whiskey, and made a mistake, he jumped to correct you. He didn’t mean any harm in it but accidentally ended up mansplaining to you. You didn’t mind though, resting your chin in your palm, elbow on the table. Watching him rant, eyes following his very expressive hand movements.