[Phil's convenient internal monologue is running its loud mouth again. Dean can tell by the way Philip creases his forehead and frowns slightly on the edges of his lips. Time for a change of subject, a distraction from the obvious mental torment.]
Good, 'cause soap operas ain't my thing.
[LIES. LIES. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW OF HIS GUILTY PLEASURE TELEVISION SHOW, DR. SEXY, M.D.
Dean nudges Phil with his shoulder encouragingly.]
no subject
Good, 'cause soap operas ain't my thing.
[LIES. LIES. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW OF HIS GUILTY PLEASURE TELEVISION SHOW, DR. SEXY, M.D.
Dean nudges Phil with his shoulder encouragingly.]
You got any hobbies, man? 'Sides reading.