"you're quiet."
"yeah," phil replies, half-pulling out an earbud. he's sat on the couch, his legs across dan's lap. no music is actually playing through the earbuds; he just put them in so that he looks occupied.
he's thinking. thinking of the disease that's now killing him from the inside out. thinking of how he can possibly tell dan when the boy is just sitting there, so happy and unaware, a curl bouncing into one of his hot chocolate eyes. thinking of how he's dying.
he's been thinking too much lately.
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pretend you're awake » phan
Fanfic❝everything's got a reason, dan.❞ ❝not this. not this, phil.❞ in which phil is being killed from the inside out. lowercase intended.
