"Phil?" Dan called. He set downs the bags from the shops on the counter.
"Yeah?" Phil responded quietly.
"Just wondering where you were," Dan said, walking over to the couch. He stopped.
"What is this? He asked. There was a small, dangerously thin dog with matted fur curled up on Phil's lap.
"Don't even say it Dan. He followed me home."
"Phil," Dan whined.
"He hasn't got anyone Dan. He's all alone," Phil murmured, stroking the dog's head. It was fast asleep and snoring quietly. Dan sighed and carefully sat on the couch. The movement jostled the dog awake. It squeaked and skittered off of Phil to hide behind the TV. Phil made a soft clicking noise with his tongue and held his hand out to him. The dog peeked out, edging towards Phil. It never took its eyes off of Dan. Phil coaxed the dog back onto the couch. Dan carefully stood and made his way to the kitchen. He rifled through the bags, pulling something out and opening it. He brought a piece back over and slowly held his hand out to the dog. Phil laughed.
"Really? You're bribing the dog into liking you? With bacon?" The dog sniffed at the air before lunging forward, snapping at the meat. The dog swallowed it whole and nearly took Dan's fingers with it. Dan stepped back fearfully. Phil laughed again.
"What are we going to call him?" Dan asked.
"We can keep him?" Phil asked excitedly. The dog jumped down and nosed at Dan's ankles. He got him some more bacon.
"I suppose," he said. Phil squealed. The dog curled up on Dan's feet, preventing him from walking away. Dan sighed.
"Can we call him Benji?" Phil asked.
"Why Benji?"
"Why not?" Dan looked down at the dog. He looked like a Benji.
"Yeah, I like Benji," Dan said.
"Me too," Phil murmured. They stayed quiet for a moment.
"Dan?" Phil said softly. Dan looked up.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." Dan smiled.
"I love you too."
