Sorry if my grammar or spelling is off... I've kinda stopped having my "editor" look over my stuff. ~gum wrapper.
Third person p.o.v.
Making Up
When Dan and Phil fight (rarely anything more than a slightly serious exchange of words that's usually resolved with one of them realizing the other has a better point) they both have different ways of handling their emotions.
If it gets to the point where they both can't handle it anymore, Dan yells. Despite him trying not to, he ends up getting very loud very quickly and it's evident on Phil's face when Dan goes too far. Dan hates seeing Phil look scared because of him and when he yells, Phil gives Dan the silent treatment. Dan finds this a worse punishment than anything else Phil could do.
Today is no different.
"Phil, come on, I didn't mean it." Dan grabs Phil's wrist before he can escape the room, "I just got a little overwhelmed. I'm sorry I yelled at you."
Phil looks him over once, then shrugs and shakes Dan's hand off and disappears into their bedroom.
Dan racks his brain, trying to think of someway to fix it. He hadn't meant to make Phil worry by staying out until nearly three am after he told Phil that he'd be back by eleven. In all honesty, he didn't think Phil would care.
"Look, I won't do it again. I'll text you if I do stay out later from now on." He's talking to the closed door that separates him from Phil. "I really didn't think you'd notice or care if I didn't come home when I said I would."
His hands lands on the doorknob. It's probably locked, but he feels more secure having something to hold onto. To his surprise, the door swings open.
Phil is facing away from the door, his laptop open on his lap as the screen shines onto his face. Dan comes to sit next to him.
"I know you aren't going to talk to me; I respect that. I'm going to sit here next to you though." A plan slowly forms in Dan's mind.
Phil doesn't even acknowledge him as Dan leans closer. He simply keeps making a list of things he wants to mention in his next video on a document as Dan rests his head on Phil's shoulder. They stay like that for just a little until Dan lifts his head and moves as if he might whisper into Phil's ear.
"You gotta talk to me eventually," His lips touch Phil's temple momentarily, "will this work to get you to talk to me?"
Phil's fingers don't falter for a second on his laptop keys.
Dan takes a different approach. He lets his lips trail down to Phil's jaw. Each kiss only lasts for a fleeting second though.
"How are you still working?" Dan pouts.
Slowly, Dan's lips kiss the side of Phil's. Phil let's out a tiny shaky sigh of annoyance.
"Come on, you want to kiss me back." He taunts his grumpy boyfriend.
Phil mumbles something as Dan takes the computer from Phil's lap and sets it on the bed away from them.
"See, you wanna tell me to stop bothering you don't you?"
Phil's lips twitch up as though he might smile.
"I won't go out so late again." Dan promises as Phil gives in and turns to face Dan.
A hand holds the back of Dan's head as Phil speaks, "if this is how you're going to make it up to me," Phil interrupts himself to give Dan a not-so-gentle kiss, "you can make me worried all the time."
