(Phil's POV)

I logged onto Skype.

Connecting. Please be patient.

Dan's face appeared on my laptop screen. He was smiling, his side fringe lying floppily across his forehead and across his eye. It looked really nice.

"Hi Phil," he said.

"Hey Dan," I reply, "How's your day been?"

"Crap,"

That was when I noticed how tired he looked. Not tired in a sleep-deprived way, but like he was tired of living.

"Dan, is everything all right?" I said, hesitantly. But I instantly regretted saying that because I already knew the answer to the question.

He shook his head.

"I'm so sick of Uni. I hate Law, I hate what I'm doing and I hate myself."

I wished I could just comfort him and make him smile – anything.

"Hey, um…Dan…," I said, "Do you want to meet up some time? Like tomorrow…or is that too early…"

"Tomorrow," Dan said, quickly. And then he blushed, "If that's fine with you, of course,"

"Yeah sure, how does 3:00pm in Starbucks sound? You know the one in Town, by the shopping centre?"

"That would be great!"

We talked for ages afterwards, about anything and everything. I could see Dan smiling again, he seemed much more relaxed, yet he still looked a bit nervous. But again, I had no idea why. Maybe it was just a trait he had.

It was at least 2:00am when we had finally finished Skyping, but I definitely didn't mind. Dan had the knack of making me laugh. We had a lot in common – we liked similar bands, video games and stuff like that – yet we were so different. And I liked that.