phillip usually hardly got sick, but somehow he had been hit with a sick bug, and wasn’t looking too good, and was pretty upset about it, which resulted him being a lot more clingy, not that it was a bad thing, but he was also not for letting you move once he had you in his arms

speaking of which, this is how you ended up in your current situation, Phillips entire body weight on top of you, his face slightly paler and head warm, as he grumbled about random things, his voice was groggy, and his hands gently rubbed up and down your sides, his head resting on your chest

”I hate bein’ sick sweetpea. I’ve got stuff to do, and this is all setting me back me back.” he said with a huff, his words slightly muffled by his head on your chest. ”you’re the only thing keeping me sane, sugar. can you just lay with me for a bit longer.. please?”