It was a day just like every other one. Dan gets up, reluctantly of course. He rolls out of bed, tossing the covers on the ground. The cold air hits him hard, goose bumps covering his body. He stretches, a long torso making its appearance from under the shirt. His body is lean and well kept; it has to be. If it wasn't, everything would crash down around him.

His work is heavily dependent on how good he is able to look. People wouldn't be impressed if he appears young and scrawny, but they can't be too intimidated either. People prefer to be the big dog, to dominate.

Dan pulls on his jogging bottoms and slips on his trainers. A beat up Ipod made its way into the pocket, allowing the world to be drowned out. When Dan goes running, he only allows himself to dive into the realm of classical music, for words only complicate things.

Five miles, up and down, all across town, he runs. Fatigue courses through him, but he had trained his brain years ago to push forward. Running is perfect. It is time for Dan to clear his mind of all his worries and stay in shape without getting overly buff. Endurance is key.

He runs constantly, not stopping until he reaches the door to his flat. The warm air hits his face, a welcome contrast to the chilly winter. As soon as the door is closed behind him, his clothes are on the floor and he's running into the bathroom. Next to running, a shower is his paradise. Dwelling on the concepts and items he wishes to possess, dreaming of a pretend life, and contemplating his existence are all a vital part of his day. Without this quality time with himself, he can possibly slip up and fall out of character later.

He turns off the shower, allowing the last few drops fall from the showerhead. This pitter pater of his dripping body is calming. He stays for a few moments longer to hold on to the last bit of release. He takes one last big breath before stepping out into the significantly cooler air.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he tiptoes out of the bathroom and into his room. Like always, he sits down on the bed and pulls out his phone. While his body finishes drying naturally, his fingers tap away on the screen to the latest enticing app.

He suddenly looks over at the light piercing clock on his bedside table, instantly standing up. His towel plops on the ground, allowing him to freely walk around the room to get dressed.

The walk in closet is filled with hundreds of kinds of clothing. On the left side of the room is normal, everyday clothing to wear on his days off. The other side held his work clothing which are heavily different from his normal clothes.

He pulls out what he decides would work best for the day. As always, he watches himself closely in the mirror, making sure he is still comfortable with the body becoming covered. He messes with his hair, adding the finishing touches to his shirt and pants so they look the absolute best.

After ten minutes of fixing what isn't broken, he opens the door, turns out the light, and makes his way through the hall. The aroma coming straight from the kitchen reaches his nose. The enticing smell causes his stomach to growl. He only allows himself one meal a day so it was best when it is a delicious one.

He comes up behind his boyfriend and wraps his arms around Phil's waist. He can feel a small smile appear on the man's face at Dan's simple touches. After a few short kisses to Phil's neck, he rested his head on his shoulder.

"Afternoon Buttercup." Dan can't help but giggle at the pet name. Phil attempts to turn his head and glare at Dan, but it isn't very successful.

"You know I hate that name." Phil growls, turning back to preparing their meal ;however, he can't help but continue to defend himself. "I only dressed up like a Powerpuff girl because it was our three year and you'd been begging me for as long as I can remember."

Dan laughs a great belly laugh that forces him to detach himself from Phil's waist. He backs up until he feels a counter behind him to which he hoists himself up on. Once able to calm himself down, he talks again.

"Come here, Phil." Phil turns around to glare, but puts down the knife and waddles over in between Dan's legs. Dan rests his arms on Phil's shoulders, locking his fingers behind his neck.

"What do you want?" Phil mumbles, not very enthusiastic. His hands find Dan's hips, lightly tapping fingers over the clothes. Dan leans forward to gently press their lips together. After reluctantly pulling away, Dan smiles fondly and brings a hand to caress Phil's cheek.

"I love you, and I am so thankful that you are in my life. I am even more thankful for all that you do to keep me happy." Dan leans down and pecked Phil's lips again which earns him a smile and a giggle. "I love you too. Now let me go so I can get food in your belly and you can go to work."

Dan smiles and let's go of his boyfriend. He goes into the living room, turning on the television to kill a bit of time. About fifteen minutes later, Phil joins him on the couch, handing him a plate to start eating. They sit in a comfortable silence, keeping their eyes on the television and occasionally stealing glances.

"You have to go soon…" Phil mumbles, taking Dan's hand in his. Dan places his head on Phil's shoulder, needing that last bit of comfort. He hates to leave him, but there is no other way. He needs to bring his part of the money to the table. Phil can't support the both of them. "Will you at least be home tonight to cuddle?" Phil's voice is small and childlike.

"You know I can't." Dan mumbles back. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt the man he loves, but it's impossible not to. Dan removes his hand and allows himself to look Phil in the eyes even though it is uncomfortable. "They pay for the night. You know that if I could stay here and only be with you, I would."

"Yea…I know.