Phil was about to agree with Venus and even play with the device, to figure out what made it work, until he heard her thank him for his help. The man blinked for a moment, almost uncertain of what had gone through his mind when he found her, or why was he going there in the first place. In fact, it went against everything he was supposed to do in the Games, at least according to what others had warned him.

"You're welcome," he did his best to hide the slight tinge again, "I-I couldn't just leave you like that. You're a good contender and, um..."

Yes, because this is totally the moment to be a professional, his mind recreated Jeremy in all his blood-soaked glory, to which Phil mentally hissed at him to be quiet. And made a note to go to a doctor because one shouldn't argue with dead coworkers who embodied everything wrong with their past.

"You're my friend," the Phone Guy finally admitted, hearing the song play on as a way to "As childish as that is. Oh God, I walk into messes, don't I? Professional acquaintances, yes, that's a better one."

Oh he was flustered all right.