A/N: I'm writing a cute filler because I have to update, and the real chapter isn't working out! Deal with it (I'm actually really sorry)! Being a fanfic writer is the equivalent of having homework all the time rip

This is super short but kinda has some (sorta) important stuff in it.

May 15th

Phil ran his hand through Dan's soft curls, marveling at how they sprung right back into place after pulled. The writer had his head in Phil's lap and was drifting in and out of sleep to the sound of the gentle rain. Phil had stopped by several hours ago with pizza, planning on no more than a quick lunch together, but ended up staying late into the afternoon.

"Are you cold?" Phil asked, smoothing Dan's hair away from his forehead.

He nodded, and Phil grabbed a blanket from the end of the couch. Unfurling the cover with a quick jerk of his hand, Phil draped it over Dan.

"Thanks," he mumbled, playing with the hem of Phil's shirt.

The little flat fell silent, the only noise the constant pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof. It was one of those days where the whole world felt lazy. The hours seemed to drag on and on, the light-grey sky standing still and crying softly onto the earth. Dan had always enjoyed this type of weather. He found that he liked it even more when it was accompanied by the sensation of Phil's fingers running through his hair.

"Phil?" Dan murmured through the sleepy haze clouding his mind.

"Hmm?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Phil stiffened, his heart skipping a beat. Memories of last year flashed in his mind and filled his chest with a plummeting anxiety. He so desperately wanted to trust Dan. He was sweet, funny, caring, down-to-earth—everything that Phil looked for in a partner. But Matthew had been like that too, just as funny and kind as Dan, but with a sole as black as pitch.

"Phil?" Dan rolled over, looking up at the artist. "Are you alright?"

Phil nodded, closing his eyes. "Yeah, sorry. I just…"

Dan's heart sank. "If you don't want to be in a relationship with me, just say it."

"No, no! It's not like that. I just…" Phil hesitated, "I have a bad experience with dating."

Dan sat up, his hair flopping messily over his forehead. "We don't have to label this if you're not ready."

Phil shook his head. "No, it's okay. I-I want to be your boyfriend." Dan's eyes lit up with a smile, and Phil's heart melted.

"Really?"

Phil nodded, brushing a stray curl back into place. "Definitely."

"Great! I um…" Dan giggled softly, "I'm glad."

"Me too." Phil smiled. The knot of anxiety in his stomach began to unwind as Dan leaned forward and placed a quick peck on his lips.

The writer wrapped his arms around Phil, pulling him back onto the couch and burrowing himself into his chest. Draping an arm lightly across his boyfriend, Phil kissed him on the forehead.

As scared as he was of getting hurt again, he struggled to imagine how Dan could ever betray him in the way Matthew had. There was a light behind the writer's eyes that hadn't been there in his ex-lover. A sense of humanity. Phil just had to hope it wasn't a façade.

A/N: cafune - the act of lovingly running your fingers through your lover's hair