Disclaimer: I don't own Dan and Phil.

Better late than never, eh, guys?

The living room looked the same as ever, save for the new anime pillows and comforter Dan had dragged from his room. The fluorescent glow of the lamp beside him cast an eery glow over him. He looked rather yellow. Or that could have been the cold he was suffering through.

"It's allergies," he insisted.

"Don't sound like allergies to me," Bre replied. Her voice wasn't as clear as he would have liked, but he dealt with it. Through the tablet screen, he could see sunlight streaming in through the window. It was still light in America. The time differences made Facetimeing difficult, but they made it work.

"I took some medicine. Phil's been doting on me like a mother hen."

"Good. Since you can't seem to take care of yourself."

It was a friendly jab, but he deserved it.

"This is what you get for staying up all night catching Pokemon."

"Okay, but it wasn't just me."

"And it's a miracle Phil isn't sick either."

"But it was a Staryu... And a Tangela. And a Meowth. And a few thousand Pidgey's and Rattata's. Besides, I needed to get some Pokeballs."

Bre rolled her eyes, but he could see the smirk pulling at her lips. "You're an idiot."

"I know. What've you been up to, anyway?"

The young girl wasn't oblivious as he'd hoped to the change of topics, but she went along with it anyway. "I've been watching my little sister all day. And my dad bought a projector for the living room. Other than that, nothing much has happened. Nothing exciting anyway."

"We have very boring lives," Dan quipped. She nodded back. "I miss you."

A blush creeped over her face as she replied: "I miss you too."

He missed seeing her smile in person. Missed the glow of her hair in sunlight. Missed the way her eyes cracked at the corners when she smiled. Missed the ring of her laugh. He could see these things through the computer screen, yes, but he couldn't see them as well as he could in person. It was an experience. One that lousy technology couldn't give him.

"Have you given anymore thought to coming to visit?" he asked nervously. When he'd suggested the idea a few days ago, she'd eagerly jumped on the idea. But then she'd looked at prices. The flight, the hotel, food, other expenses... Of course, they had offered that the girls could stay there, but Bre's parents wouldn't have it.

A sad smile creeped over her lips. "A little. We want to come, it'll just take some time to save up the money. Maybe in a few months? Weeks, even?"

"Better late than never," he grinned. And immediately sneezed. Three times.

"You need to get some rest," the young girl stated. It wasn't a suggestion.

"I've been resting all day. I've got the worst cabin fever."

"Dan, you never leave your house. How do you get cabin fever?"

"I don't know!"

"Go to sleep, you idiot," she smiled. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okayyyyyyyy." He didn't even try to hide the whine in his voice. "Good night."

"Sweet dreams. Good night."