Phil wakes up as usual, two hours before Dan usually does, at 10. Even though he's an earlier riser than Dan, he never has anything to really do in the mornings besides go on the internet, so that's what he does. He just feels like getting up before noon gave his life a little more of a meaning than just worrying about making a video once a week and not much else. When noon finally rolls around, he hears the other boy in the kitchen, making tea, and decides to go out and join him, sort of in the mood for tea himself.
"Hi," said Dan, hearing Phil's door close. "How'd you sleep?"
"Really good," Phil responds with a smile. "Can I have some, too?" he asks about the tea.
"Yup," is Dan's simple answer. It's the usual morning small talk. Not much excitement in their lives, not today, anyways, but Phil is happy as always. Dan really likes how happy Phil was, how he's always trying to see the positive side of things, and how he tries to make everybody else happy, too. He thinks about the live shows, and whenever he'd have Phil on with him, Phil would just take every spare moment to say 'hi' and give hand hearts to as many people as he could. Phil's almost always beaming when he was around the fans.
Dan makes a small humming sound as he thinks about this, involuntarily. Of course, Phil asks, "Did you say something?"
"Uh… No, no I didn't." And he continues about making the tea, with Phil on the couch behind him, on his Mac. Dan's actually secretly jealous of Phil, and as he thinks about it he slowly realized how much he wished he could be as caring as him. Dan thinks about how he never had a best friend- at least not until Phil came along. He was that awkward, emo-wannabe, chubby, loser kid growing up, and his self-image was never that good. Hell, the only time it ever improved was when he met Phil who had so much in common with him that he was finally able to think somebody liked him so much just for being him. Sometimes he thought that Phil was only so nice to him like he was sweet to everybody else, but he knows, even though he's sweet to everyone, it doesn't mean he's faking it. Phil's sweet to people because he likes people. Phil likes Dan, and Dan has a best friend.
"Phil?"
"Yeah, Dan?"
"Tea's ready," Dan hands Phil his mug.
"Thanks, Dan."
"…Phil?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks," Dan sighed out the word. "You're my best friend, and I don't thank you enough."