[ Philip tenses and waits for the inevitably but, an objection to any and all attempts at alleviating Dean's guilt.

But the accusation never comes and the actual conclusion prompts as much surprise as it does relief. ]

Dean, if--

[ Philip wonders just how to word what seems so obvious beyond discussion to him. ]

If it wasn't for you I'd... I would have frozen to death, probably had my head split open by a pickaxe and-- [ Hesitation. ] And God knows what else, so...

[ A smile of the genuine kind appears on his face. ]

So don't mention it.

{ Seriously, don't. 'Cause I'm gettin' internal bleeding from all the sap. Didn't think that was a thing? Go figure! }

[ Translation of the above minus Clarence commentary: I strictly platonically guy-love you too. ]