Dan felt almost at home in his own car. It still smelled like it had the last he drove it, well it had only a couple of days, but either way. Once he got back to Phil's house, he just sat in the vehicle for a while. It was one of the only things he still had from his regular life.
Phil knocked on his window some time later. Dan sighed before rolling the window down, "Yes, Philip?" He asked, his eyes showing some of the old gleam that they used to hold.
"You okay?" Phil questioned, titling his head slightly, "You've just been sitting here for some time now."
Dan nodded, a small smile emerging onto his face, "I'm fine," He assured, "Just sitting, I guess."
Phil sighed, "Promise?" He asked.
"Swear," Dan laughed, reaching to take one of Phil's hands, "I just, I don't know, sitting here is normal. It kinda makes me feel.. normal again. Like nothing ever happened," He admitted, his voice quieting.
Phil nodded, rubbing Dan's hand with his thumb, "Come inside when you're ready," He dropped Dan's hand before going inside his house.
Dan rolled the window back up, leaning against his seat, breathing in. He closed his eyes, running his hand over the leather seat. Whenever he finally opened his eyes again, he grabbed at the cross that hung from his mirror.
'I am with you always,' Matthew 28:20 it read.
Dan took the cross from where it hung, and just held it. He closed his eyes again, this time for a different reason.
"Lord," Dan started, his voice both quivering and quiet, "I'm sorry," He wasn't really sure why he was apologizing, but he was sure there was a reason, "For everything. For giving you this much trouble, please Lord. I need you to help me. I need help. I don't know what kind, but you do. Please Lord, forgive me for all of my sins, and just help me. Lord, please. You're my last hope. Please, Lord, just help. In the name of Jesus, amen," He whispered, shaking. He put the cross back where it originally hang, and climbed out of the car.
Dan entered the house, being greeted by Phil.
"You okay?" Phil asked, for the second time, seeing Dan was shaken.
Dan tried to smile, "I'm fine, Phil. I told you."
"Okay," Phil put his hands up in defense, "Okay.."
The pair just sat on the couch in silence. Dan fiddled with his his hands. Phil bit his lip, looking over at Dan.
"You're not okay," Phil argued, "Don't lie to me."
Dan rolled his eyes, something very uncommon for him to do out of annoyance, "Phil," He said, his voice dribbling with annoyance, "I am fine. Thanks for your concern, but there's nothing to be concerned about."
"Don't use that tone with me," Phil warned, crossing his arms, "I forgot it was a crime to be concerned for somebody that you love."
Dan rolled his eyes again, adding in a groan this time, "Okay, Mum," He muttered.
"What the hell is wrong with you today?" Phil questioned, "Seriously, get over yourself. I get it, maybe you haven't had the best couple of days, but that gives you no right to be a little bitch."
Dan's heart dropped. Phil had never talked to him like that, and he didn't really like it, "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you're the victim in all of this," He shot back, "I forgot that your parents kicked you out of your house, and your boyfriend talks to you like your five, and all but insults your religion. I'm so sorry."
"Oh my God," Phil groaned, watching Dan flinch at his choice of words, "Seriously, just stop. Stop trying to pretend like I haven't been affected by this."
Dan's aggravation level was just rising, "I never said that it hasn't affected you," He argued.
"You're not alone in this world," Phil was borderline shouting now, "I don't know why you like to think that you're the only person in this world, that bad things only happen to you, but you're not. Y'know that? Bad things happen to other people. To me, to everybody, and we've nobody to help us, so be glad you have me."
Dan decided that if Phil wanted to yell at him, he would do it right back, "Ephesians 2:19-22," He shouted, "Whenever you feel-"
"Oh my dear Lord," Phil howled, "Will you stop with the goddamn Bible? Some of us don't care."
Dan could feel his heart drop, "And that's where I draw the line," He whispered, trying to shrink into the couch. He wasn't going to talk, let alone argue, with Phil until he apologized.
Phil crossed his arms, "Oh, so now you're not going to talk? Real mature, Dan."
Dan didn't respond. He could feel tears pricking at the sides of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
"Oh, you're really not going to talk to me," Phil rolled his eyes, yet again, "This isn't something God can just help you with."
Dan clenched his fist, breathing in deeply. He closed his eyes, trying to drown out the sounds that were coming from Phil.
"And, Dan, if this God loves you, loves Earth so much, why aren't you at home right now? Why would your parents have kicked you out? Please, Daniel, enlighten me with this information." Phil's voice was oozing with sarcasm, and he could tell he was causing Dan major discomfort, but he just didn't care.
Dan closed his eyes tighter, clenching his fist more. He could feel tears start to run down his pale cheeks, but still he refused to speak. He grabbed for the cross that hung around his neck, almost relaxing when he felt his hand wrap around the metal.
Phil felt bad, but he didn't really care. He was almost tired of the way Dan acted, but he loved him. He got where Dan was coming from with his attitude, but he was just done with it all. "Fine," He whispered, getting up to leave the room, "Come talk to me whenever you want to act your age." With that, Phil rolled his eyes and left Dan alone.