The sun glared into the room, creeping past his curtains. Phil woke with a start, wildly looking around before settling back into his pillows. He sighed, wishing he hadn't woken up. Phil burrowed back under his blankets, hoping to drift off. After a small forever, he pulled himself out of bed, getting dressed. He didn't care that he didn't match. No one would cared.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, tugging at his hair. He hadn't straightened it in a few weeks. It didn't really matter how his hair looked. He was still Phil.
Phil sat on the couch, staring at the blank TV. He couldn't find the energy to turn it on. It was ten minutes later that Dan walked in yawning.
"Morning Phil," he greeted, starting a pot of tea in the kitchen. Phil didn't respond.
"You had breakfast yet?" Dan asked. Phil shook his head numbly.
"You have to eat Phil," Dan said jokingly.
"I know," Phil snapped, turning to look at him. Dan held his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry. Do you want some tea?" he asked quietly, not quite meeting Phil's eyes.
"Yeah, please," Phil murmured, turning back to the TV. A moment later, Dan stood in front of him, holding out his tea. Phil blinked slowly and took it from him.
"Thanks," he mumbled. Dan nodded and flopped onto the other couch, grabbing his laptop. Phil shifted his gaze to look out the window. Rain splattered against the glass. Tears welled up in his eyes. Phil blinked rapidly but they streamed down his face. Phil looked down into his tea, tears dripping off his chin. He glanced at Dan who hadn't yet noticed him. Tears dripped into his tea, ripples edging out to the sides of his mug. Phil mentally thanked Dan for being too absorbed in his computer to notice him. A few more tears ran down his face before he wiped them away. He continued to blink his eyes quickly.
"Phil? Are you alright?" Dan asked. Phil startled, turning to look at him.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Phil attempted a smile, positive it came out as a grimace.
"You looked like you had something in your eye," Dan said.
"Yeah, that's what it was. I'm good now," Phil assured him. Dan smiled and went back to his computer. Phil sighed, taking a sip of his lukewarm tea. It was bitter from his salty tears. He stood and poured it down the sink, rinsing out his mug. He stood in front of the sink, trying not to cry again.
"Phil?" Phil jumped. Dan had snuck up behind him. Phil turned cautiously.
"Yeah Dan?" he asked.
"Are you sure?" Dan was looking deep into Phil's eyes and it was making him fidget.
"About what?" Phil couldn't look him in the eye.
"Being okay. Are you sure you're all right? You can tell me if you're not Phil," Dan said, resting his hand on Phil's shoulder. Phil shrugged it off, brushing past him to go to his room. Dan grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Please talk to me Phil. You never talk to me anymore. I miss you," Dan said. Phil turned in time to see him wipe a tear away.
"Please don't cry Dan," Phil murmured. Dan held out his arms, silently asking for a hug. Phil leaned into him, pressing his face into the crook of Dan's neck. Dan let out a sob, then a laugh.
"Are you alright Dan?" Phil asked, laughing for the first time in too long.
"I have no idea," Dan said, continuing to laugh and cry. It was soon that tears leaked out of Phil's eyes, another laugh slipping from his lips. The pair stood in the kitchen, laughing and crying in each other's arms.
"You're the only reason I get up in the morning," Phil whispered into Dan's ear.
"Then why don't you talk to me?" Dan whispered back. Phil didn't have an answer so he just shrugged.
"I love you Phil. You know that right?"
"I do know that. I just forget it sometimes," Phil murmured into Dan's neck.
"Then I'll remind you every day for the rest of your life."
