Part 2
Phil sat quietly behind Dan, watching as he edited the footage they'd captured for the next Super Amazing Project episode. The 'Spooky Happenings' section had just been finalized when Dan threw his hands up in exasperation, spinning in his chair to face Phil.
"What is it?" He demanded.
Phil glanced up at Dan; his face a far too schooled expression of nonchalance.
"What's what?
"Don't be like that, I can hardly do anything productive with you staring holes into the back of my head, have I got something caught in my hair?" Phil giggled nervously and shook his head, "No, nothing at all! Sorry, I must have just zoned out." His left thumb was still rubbing absentmindedly over the side of his right hand and Dan seemed reluctant to take nothing as an answer.
"Are you still upset about your hand?"
Phil's hands froze and then swiftly assumed a neutral position, lying flat down on his thighs.
"They're fine." Perhaps said a little too high-pitched.
"I mean…" He bit his lip, a plan forming. Was it a stupid idea? Probably. But if he never tried, how could he ever understand…
He held out his arm, "It still kind of hurts?"
It was a foolish wish, thinking that by chance Dan might press his lips against his hand once again, he'd known it the second the thought had crossed his mind. But somehow his curiosity about what had happened, what he'd felt back when they were sitting in front of the TV, would not desist.
However his suspicions were confirmed when Dan rolled his eyes, spinning back to face the screen, relying, "You could try some ice from the freezer, or frozen peas, but honestly Phil, you didn't even hit me that hard!
This conversation was apparently over; Phil left sitting with his hand awkwardly outstretched and his thoughts a mess of confusion.
Standing, he opened his mouth as if to say something in response. Waiting a moment, watching as Dan opened a music clip to import, Phil appeared to think better of it and closed his mouth again, turning sharply on the spot and heading out to the kitchen.
As soon as Dan heard the door shut behind him, he stopped pretending to be distracted by his editing and slumped back into the chair, a concerned expression marring his pretty face. Something was wrong with Phil, he knew it, but Phil seemed unwilling to tell him. He was Phil's best friend!
Sighing and running a hand through his deep brown hair, he wished Phil would just tell him straight out what the problem was. Maybe he had, in fact, injured his hand against Dan's head? But surely that would be no reason to act so strangely, jumpy and distant…
Pulling himself to his feet, Dan decided to head to the kitchen and find out once and for all what the problem was.
Looks like it's going to be more than two parts! Please let me know what you think of this chapter, there should be much more fluff in the next one! Big virtual hugs to NeverlandNat, YAReader111 and Sasaphrinascream for their lovely reviews :3