First Phanfic. Long story short, Phil comes home upset after breaking up with his girlfriend for a particularly heartbreaking reason, and Dan turns out to be better at comforting him than either of them expected. But, of course, it doesn't stop there. They have a lengthy conversation about life, love, and well, everything in between.
The first of two or three parts.

Warnings: None, unless Phil being sad is emotionally disturbing to you.
Pairing: Dan/Phil (eventually. patience, grasshopper.)

This is a fairly simplistic fic. I don't see many stories with a lot of dialogue between Dan & Phil and I wanted to explore that part of their relationship. Hopefully you enjoy my interpretation of their conversations. ^_^

Phil slammed the door behind him as he entered the apartment, the corresponding sound startling Dan out of his video game-induced haze. "Aaah! Jesus, Phil."

"Sorry," Came the small reply. "Bit of a rough night, honestly."

Dan paused Guild Wars, half-turning himself around and craning his neck to look at his roommate. He reminded himself that Phil was not a door-slamming type of person, which of course then led him to wonder what the cause of the door slamming actually was, and whether or not it had any correlation with Phil's weary tone. Worried now, Dan could let his annoyance evaporate.

He still frowned, though, mostly out of concern, mixed with confusion. "Weren't you just going to see a film with Heather or something?"

"That was my plan, yes." Phil rubbed his eyes with one hand; an indicator of stress if there ever was one, and when he pulled it away they were visibly red. He began a slow, vaguely zombie-esque walk to the couch, eyes now downcast.

"Soooo… What happened?" Dan pondered aloud, this time in a gentler tone.

"Well, we started off pretty well. Everything was normal, we were laughing at the adverts beforehand and then came the start to the film and things were still nice. Then partway through, I looked over and she was texting her-"
He broke off into a sigh. "-other boyfriend."

Phil's knees gave out and he collapsed onto the couch, not a foot away from his best friend, whose expression had switched from concerned to what one can only refer to as absolutely pissed.

"That slut," Dan muttered, more to himself than Phil, who winced at his choice of words. Noticing this, Dan backtracked.

"… Sorry, mate. I know you cared about her."

Phil exhaled again, shoulders heaving visibly. "Yeah. I kind of hoped she cared about me too. Not enough though, I guess. Why don't they ever care?"

"Because they're mentally deficient?" Dan said. That earned him a chuckle. "Anyways, it's her loss," He continued, and after a beat of silence added, "I care about you."

Phil scooted himself closer to Dan, close enough to lean his back against Dan's chest. "You're my best friend, silly. Of course you do. Just not like that."

Dan bit his lip to hold back a smile. You really have no idea…

Thanks for reading. ^_^
Till next time,
- Madi