"I really missed you, Chris. You frightened the shit out of me."
"Yeah, I know, I scared myself too."
PJ stroked Chris's cheek, smiling and keeping a calm, quiet voice.
"I really love you, Chris."
Chris's face turnt a bright red, and he became quiet, PJ only found this adorable. He looked down, and then back up. He didn't say anything, but hugged PJ - and that was enough for PJ to know he loved him too. PJ broke the hug and looked at Chris. He leaned in and kissed him on the lips. He then pulled away and hugged Chris again.
Dan and Phil had left, and everything seemed normal. Except Phil had seemed a little quiet, too quiet. However, PJ pushed that aside and was laying on the sofa with Chris. They were talking about today, and several other subjects. They watched a few films, joked and laughed. Nothing would ever erase the memories of the day though, the way Chris attempted to kill PJ, and how PJ could've killed Phil. It was a life lesson, and something that really the boys had to take seriously.
After a while, PJ was thinking deeply about emotions, how they can override some people. Like, with his anxiety. Sending him to the black space. He realised that emotions are deep, and that if you're feeling very emotional and out-of-control with your emotions, you should probably ask somebody for help. As well as trying not to turn corrupted either. He also thought that he should talk to Chris more, check up on him, because it can give somebody confidence in their emotions and be able to pick themselves up - anyway...
Halfway through Pulp Fiction, PJ's phone rang. It was Phil, he picked it up.
"Hey, Phil! Something wrong?"
"No, I'm just fine, perfect - even."
The same, mechanical, terrifying laugh came from the phone, Chris heard it and paused the film. PJ ended the call and looked at Chris with worried eyes, and together, they took one anothers words out of their mouths.
"Oh shit."