Phil stared at his boyfriend shocked, tears running out of his eyes and his heart clenching.
"Dan," he whispered, "It's okay. We can figure this out! We can make up an excuse just like we always do."
He reached for him but Dan took a step back, out of his reach. Phil reeled back like he had been hit.
He won't let me touch him… he won't let me hold him….
Philip looked helplessly at the picture on tumblr, the one of them kissing. Their hands were threaded together, their lips locked, bodies pressed closely together. There were so many different views. They couldn't just say it was photoshopped, something like this couldn't be created. They're were stuck. Their relationship was going to get out. Dan's parents are going to find the picture, they're going to disown him. And Phil couldn't do anything.
"Th-this is my fault," he said softly, "I know it is. Just please, talk to me."
"They're going to hate me," Dan said, his voice strained, "They're going to fucking hate me Phil."
And then Dan was in his arms, clinging to him desperately and crying into his shoulder. Phil clutched him. He rubbed at his back feeling his sobs shake his frame.
"It's going to be okay," Phil said, "I'm right here. I'm going to be with you through everything."
This was all his fault
If he hadn't insisted that they be alone, that they just step into the ally for a quick kiss, a quick hug, then this wouldn't have happened. If he hadn't pushed it a little farther after being starved of his touch since for the week he had been in Florida with his family. If he could have just waited until they were back at their flat.
But he couldn't, and now Dan was crying.
"It's not your fault," Dan said weakly, "It was mine too. I knew exactly what might happen."
Phil took a shaky breath and clutched at him, "I love you."
"I love you too."