A dark wasteland surrounds both you and Phillip as you silently argue with each other over a mission. He started off as a small fatherly figure in your life, but that attachment grew into something unprofessional. Far enough for him to notice.

His eyes flicker back towards you, his breath hitching and his brows furrowed in this moment of anger.

"I hope you know I ain't your dad." He huffs, his gaze unforgiving.

He was fine with the reliance at first, but he feels a need to remind you that you are not special to him. Maybe he needs to remind himself as well.