It has its own ways of being ridiculous, I'm sure.

[ The following smile will go sadly unnoticed unless Philip's facial muscles are a lot louder than he perceives them to be. ]

...Honestly? Right now I'm trying not to raise my voice despite this cup of coffee creaking like an old wooden floor and... maybe things aren't quite as confusing anymore, but... I don't think I'm used to it yet. [ Beat. ] Or ever will be, for that matter.