I looked over at him, slumped across the couch with his laptop in his lap. His hair was dishevelled and wavy, he couldn't be bothered to do it as we weren't going anywhere, as his nebula llama shirt reflected. I remembered vividly the times he had worn that top to the BBC on Sunday evenings, desperately trying to cover it up on the train and flushing scarlet when someone looked at him strangely. Beneath his cool exterior, he was a complete softy.

This was about as much bonding as we did these days, scrolling through Tumblr together, except perhaps Saturday night takeaways, unless he was furiously trying to edit a video before everyone went crazy. I tried to appreciate it as much as I could, but I wanted to spend more time with him, not just sitting watching TV, but actually talking. We used to spend hours together, but now we seemed to be drifting apart a little.

I watched his finger steadily stroking the touchpad downwards, stopping once or twice to smile at something. I had lived with it for over two years, but his smile was still breathtaking. I watched his chest rise up and down slightly as he breathed. I watched him occasionally ruffling his hair, out of habit, not out of need. I watched everything, but he didn't know it.

"Dan?" I said softly.

"Mmm?" He didn't look up.

"Do you want to get Chinese?"

He faced me, "But it's only Wednesday."

"I know…but I could do with a pick-me-up." I looked at him hopefully.

"Me too." The corner of his lips turned up, causing my stomach to flutter a little, as usual.

"OK, the usual?" I asked, picking up the phone.

He nodded and I dialled the number, ordering the same thing as we do every week. What original people we were.

"So, um," He grabbed a pillow and held it against his chest, "why do you need a pick-me-up?"

"I dunno, I just…we haven't been that close recently, have we?" I mumbled.

"Well, y'know…I don't know. We live together, we're bound to get bored of each other at some point." Dan smirked.

He saw my face fall and laughed, "Kidding! I love you, you idiot." He gently punched me on the arm.

I knew he just meant it in a friendly way, but he never said that kind of thing. I grabbed his wrist before he took his hand back, and we caught each other's eyes. His chocolate eyes widened a little, as if realising something for the first time. He bit down hard on his lip to distract himself, but it just turned me on even more. I loosened my grip, took a deep breath and leant slowly towards him. His head tilted the opposite way to mine, and his hands cupped my face. Then his lips were on mine, soft and unsure at first, then fierce, as if he had waited for a long time to do this. We moved in perfect synchronisation, and we slotted together like we were a pair. The pressure softened and he slowly moved away.

After a minute he murmured softly, "You know I didn't mean…"

"I know," I cut him off, "but I do."

"Yeah, me too." He breathed.

"Really?" My eyes lit up.

"Y'know, Phil. I'd been wondering recently if I'd ever find my soul mate. But I only just realised now…it's been you all along."

We never heard the doorbell ring.