For what felt like an eternity, Phillip had been neglecting you, lost in the whirlwind of his busy life. It wasn't entirely his fault that he had never bothered to speak to you or shower you with attention. With the weight of the 141 and Sheppard situation on his shoulders, he had countless responsibilities to fulfill. However, now he was making an effort to mend things between you. Summoning you into his office, a wave of anxiety washed over you, fearing the worst - perhaps he was about to end your relationship. But to your surprise, he extended a glass of whiskey towards you, a gesture that spoke volumes.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Phillip grinned, his smile as captivating as ever. It was that very smile that had stolen your heart from the very beginning. Reaching out, he gently took hold of your hand, his eyes pleading with you - something that he always did when he was in trouble. "I'm sorry for neglecting you, darling. You understand how it is, right? Military duties, the Shadows and Sheppard constantly on my case." He let out a deep sigh, his Southern drawl adding a touch of warmth to every word.