Part of it was certainly due to Dahlia's acting, of course. But...larger an influence were the remnants of that trial, still so elusive and confusing in Phoenix's mind. He never had closure, never had the chance to ask Dahlia why, why, if that had truly been her on the witness stand, if it had truly been her saying those things...

"I didn't want you to travel by yourself," he murmured, still looking at anywhere but at Dahlia. "It's...sometimes it's not safe. _{Those ledges...}"

When Dahlia steps closer, he stays still, finally forcing his gaze back to her, conflict in his eyes as part of him is urging him to RUN, RUN, but the logical side of his brain had always been trumped by his feelings, always his feelings.

And his feelings were telling him that what happened at home didn't matter. This was Johto. A whole new world, with new people and new experiences and maybe this Dahlia was pure, untainted. He would never know unless he tried...right?

Besides, playing along might just be his safest option. At least that part of his mind was shouting loud enough for him to hear.

...he nods. It had been so long since he'd seen her, and despite everything, he could say this truthfully; "I missed you."

Quiet, almost a whisper.