You were Phil's adopted kid. Phil was walking through the house and stopped on another door, the lights were off but there was a clear soft lamp lighting up the room. It was your room. He heard his voice- wait, his voice? It was coming from a TV that was clearly in the room, but the volume was soft he peeked in through the small crack of the door, being as quiet as possible.

Phil: "Huh.."

He muttered under his own breath, quiet and almost a whisper. He noticed that it was an old VOD of him playing Minecraft. He also noticed you on your bed on your phone, hearing some music from it. A small smile tugged on the corners of his lips, it was soft as he looked at you. But.. He noticed something, something wasn't really right..