He looks over at Shotaro for the first time since their conversation started. His gaze is long and intense, even moreso than usual. He turns to face the private detective, noting with his own detective's eyes the long shadows under his eyes, the paleness of his cheek. Misery of a sort he usually doesn't see from the outside.

He calls to mind the Shotaro who used to exist, when Philip was still alive. The man who stands before him is like a hollowed out version of that man. Whether because there hasn't been enough time yet or because he just doesn't want to fill the emptiness yet, he is a shadow of who he used to be. He wonders for a moment whether the Shotaro who existed before Philip was anything like this man.

Then, he puts a hand on Shotaro's shoulder and squeezes it. "The Chief is worried about you. That is why she bothers you so much. You and I are her only family." The tacit request not to follow Philip that is in those words hangs in the air. He looks aside, but keeps his hand on Shotaro. "Sometimes this life is terrible. But it is real. The worst nightmares often are." The pain of Philip's loss finally shows in his face. "But eventually we wake up. We can't sleep forever."