Pallet Town | Evening
Oliver seems happier in his new spot, which Phobos is glad to see. This was much better than hearing his friend accidentally hurt himself because of that bed. "I am happy to see you, yes. And the storm should even out soon into just simple rain. Once the big noise is gone will you feel better? I would hate for you to be up all night..."
Oh-that hadn't crossed his mind at all. Phobos thinks back to when he first met Oliver and Isolde, when they'd told him about 'sleep', that still-mysterious trance he only slightly understands. If he's remembering right, it's something corporeal Pokemon really need. Being up all night is his normal, but could it hurt Oliver? Kaleo's probably right to be worried... Phobos would hate it too if something bad happened. He doesn't know exactly what
could happen, though; understanding non-ghosts is still hard."Uh- hm- y-yeah, I think so? I mean, it wouldn't be anything worth worrying about anyway- it's- not like this would be the first time." I'm already worried, though... "I-it'd be fine."
Phobos isn't sure it would actually be fine-he's way too familiar with pretending things are okay when they're not to believe that-but he knows better than to push the subject when Oliver is probably still feeling upset. If he made him feel even worse, he'd never forgive himself. "You can always talk with me if you can't sleep,"
Phobos points out, hoping he remembered the word correctly, "I'm always up anyway, so it wouldn't be any trouble for me at all."
If he's lucky, that will have sounded encouraging. Phobos knows enough about feeling like a burden; he doesn't want to make Oliver feel the same way.