[Shotaro's eyes shut as Philip's loneliness bare themselves to him, and his jaw is tight when he looks up to meet Philip's eye. He forces a small scoff.]

Only two weeks in the vent, huh?

[It shouldn't even have been a day. But when Philip says he'll be all right--which is much more accurate than 'I am all right', and he thinks they both know it--he relaxes a fraction. He shifts to cup Philip's cheek.]

Yeah, partner. You're gonna be all right, especially if I get any say.

[He frowns. He's still on edge from the weird sounds, now that the immediate concern is over.] You, uh, hear anything up in there?