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'fog' (dan and phil FF)

"Can I?"

"Maybe."

"Later?"

"Definitely."

Dan looked down at their intertwined fingers, smiling knowing he'd finally found someone.

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The day was long. Dan finally went home after spending the whole day with Phil. He threw his bag across his bedroom before falling on his bed. He pulled his old phone out of his tight pant pocket and opened up his messages. Unread message was printed across the screen and Dan knew exactly who it was.

Phil: i don't have work tonight if you want me to come over??

Dan froze, happiness flushing over his face. He typed back rigorously.

Dan: yes please ^~^

Phil: on my way :)

Dan was extremely happy, Phil hadn't come over for a week and a half and Dan was ready to blast music and scream again. Phil was the only person who made him feel that much emotion.

He heard a knock on the door, and bounded down the stairs to answer it. Phil stood in front of the door, looking through the giant glass walls, waiting to see Dan throw open the door. His eyes spotted the flash of movement that was Dan running to the door. He unlocked and opened the door, pulling Phil into a tight hug. "Hi," Dan said into Phil's shirt.

"Hey," Phil answered back, pulling away to kiss Dan on the cheek. "Your room?"

"Yeah," Dan smiled brightly before bring Phil through the black door and up the stairs to his bedroom. There, the broken lamp still remained in pieces on the floor and the TV was turned on, news channel making the room glow in the dim light that he had. Phil sat on Dan's soft mattress and let out a deep sigh.

"Your room is nothing like the rest of your house."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like," Phil started, "the rest of your house is so clean and perfect and shiny and light. Your room is basically the exact opposite." Dan gave him a skeptical look. "It's okay," Phil giggled. "I like it."

Dan's eyes lit up before his body fell onto the bed next to Phil. He curled up into a ball by his pillow and just kind of, looked at Phil admiringly. They fell into a comfortable silence before Dan, out of exhaustion, fell asleep next to Phil.

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Dan shot up in his bed, startling an asleep Phil. "Hey," Phil mumbled. "What's going on?" Dan was sweating and panting, trying to catch his breath.

"Nightmare."

"It's only 8PM. Daymare." Dan rolled his eyes, finally in control of his own lungs. "Hey," Phil took a finger to Dan's cheek, turning his head to face him. "Are you okay?" Dan didn't say anything, but instead wrapped his arms around Phil and began crying into his shirt. Phil embraced Dan the same way, patting his back every few seconds as to assure him everything was okay. "What happened, Dan?" he asked calmly.

"I-," Dan tried to shove words in through sobs and cries. "I saw you, on the ground- a-and, and you were- you were face down," he sobbed, "and- and I don't... I don't think you were- you were br- breathing." He cried loudly, Phil telling him over and over again, "it's going to be okay."

Dan heard the car pull into the driveway. "Shit," he exclaimed. "Phil, you-" Dan pulled away from Phil, his bright blue eyes full of sympathy and love. Dan sighed. "Just stay here, with me. No window." Dan smiled, tears still running down his face, and cuddled up next to Phil on the bed.