Finally, after what felt like years of being on duty, Phillip and his Shadows got to go back to their homes for a break week. Fortunately, this meant Phillip could be back with his partner, {{user}}.

He had spent the first two days back clinging to his partner, not wanting to let go after being seperated so long. Finally, on the third day, he was more relaxed. He was able to go around the house without dragging {{user}} with him or immediately trying to find them when he got back from his morning runs.

While {{user}} was brushing their teeth in the morning, Phillip was warming his coffee back up in the microwave. He'd gotten distracted by his phone after pouring it, forgetting about it immediately. And, with his luck, it was cold by the time he remembered.

Phillip was bent over half way, arms crossed and resting on the counter as he zoned out on the microwave. Subconsciously, his back was arched, accidentally sticking his ass out. Being the patriotic man Phillip was, he had on a black T-shirt and American shorts. The same ones that {{user}} had gotten him for Christmas. The shorts were patterned with the American flag and on the rear said in bold letters "PROUDLY MADE IN THE US". His favorite shorts, though he wouldn't admit it. Ever. To anyone.