The Nightmare
Phil leaned on the kitchen bench in his and Dan's kitchen. Dan was cooking pasta on the stove, and it involved, like many things Dan did, liberal amounts of swearing as Dan burnt himself on various hot objects.
"Let me do that," Phil said, gently taking the spoon Dan was holding out of his hands and stirring the pasta carefully. "Are you sure? I was totally fine doing it," Dan said. Phil raised an eyebrow and Dan laughed. "Fine, so I was about to burn the house down," he admitted. Maybe it would be better if you did it and I set the table."
Phil smiled and continued cooking. Dan took the placemats and cutlery over to the table and began to set it, placing everything symmetrically at right angles and straightening everything. Phil heaped the pasta into bowls and brought them to the table. Dan kissed him lightly. "Thank you," he said, inhaling and closing his eyes as Phil passed him his bowl. "It smells delicious!"
After dinner, the two of them sat in their respective sofa creases and browsed the internet, Dan occasionally leaning over and kissing Phil softly out of nowhere. At about midnight, Phil blinked and sat up.
"Dan, do you mind if I go to bed? I'm feeling really tired," Phil said apologetically.
"Of course not! I'll come and tuck you in," Dan replied, putting his laptop down and standing up. Phil rolled his eyes but secretly smiled. He loved it when Dan put him into bed.
The two walked into Phil's room. They slept apart, so they would always leave the doors open so that they could call out to each other.
Phil lay down on the bed and Dan pulled the covers over him. "Goodnight," he said, kissing Phil's forehead. "Goodnight," whispered Phil, already half-asleep.
Dan left, smiling and settling into his sofa crease once again. An hour later, he too climbed into bed and went to sleep.
