"I can't fucking believe you!"
"Dan, if you'll let me-"
"NO!"
The couple had been fighting for nearly an hour now; Dan blowing up every five seconds, and Phil pleading for him to calm down.
"Dan! I'm not-"
"Don't you dare talk to me until you admit it!"
Phil's eyes narrowed. Dan was getting worked up about something stupid. And that angered him terribly.
"You know what, Dan? Yes, okay? Yes, I cheated. Are you happy?"
With that, Phil stomped out of the flat, slamming the door behind him. Dan felt tears running down his cheek, sliding down the wall until his bum hit the floor. It was a pretty insignificant matter, wasn't it? Dan should've seen what he was was doing earlier.
Maybe he wouldn't be alone in the flat.
Maybe he wouldn't be a pathetic, crying heap.
Maybe Phil wouldn't have stormed out.
Dan heard the click of a lock and the squeaking of a door handle. He looked up to see Phil standing at the front door, arms wide open and tear-tracks on his own cheeks.
"I'm not going to storm out on something so insignificant, you fool."
At Phil's words, Dan launched himself into Phil's arms, smiling and blubbering and still crying.
"Phil, I'm so sorry. I-"
Phil quickly shushed him.
"No, Dan. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I knew how much it would upset you, but I still did it. I'm very sorry."
"B-But, I still overreacted."
"Then I guess we both have something to be sorry for." Phil chuckled softly.
The ebony-haired man quickly dipped the brunette, placing a kiss on his lips: soft, sweet, gentle. Phil brought Dan back up and stroked his still-wet cheeks.
"What do you say we clean up the mess, shall we?"
Dan nodded at the suggestion, leading Phil to the lounge. Together, they picked up the broken pieces, literally and figuratively, put them back in the box, and stored it in the back of the hall closet.
That was enough gaming for one night.