[ Phil leaves the trial space as soon as he's able to, and walks briskly back to his room. If anyone says anything to him on the way he doesn't notice, his head down and vision watery. Somehow even though he's looking at the floor he still manages to stumble on one of the stair steps and has to catch himself on the railing, because of course he would; that's what he's good for, doing everything wrong.
He fumbles with the key to his door for a few seconds as he tries to catch his breath, coughing into his other hand. Once he gets inside, he closes the door most of the way — it's cracked just slightly so that Marcus can get in — takes off his stupid outer layers again, and gets up on the bed, where he sits with his back against the headboard and knees pulled up to his chest. ]
friday, post-trial
He fumbles with the key to his door for a few seconds as he tries to catch his breath, coughing into his other hand. Once he gets inside, he closes the door most of the way — it's cracked just slightly so that Marcus can get in — takes off his stupid outer layers again, and gets up on the bed, where he sits with his back against the headboard and knees pulled up to his chest. ]