"Phil, you idiot!" Dan cried, jamming the buttons on the controller. "That was me!"
"Sorry, sorry," Phil murmured, concentrating intently on the screen in front of him. He and Dan were filming a gaming video, and Phil had just accidently shot Dan's character in the face. "I don't know how to use this!"
Dan laughed out loud as he waited for his character to re-spawn. "I feel like this is probably a good time to end this video before I lose my patience with this guy," he said, jerking his head in Phil's direction.
"I guess we're chalking up another win for Dan," Phil declared with a sheepish grin. "But next time it'll be me. Just you wait."
"Yeah, maybe if we play Mario Kart and you force me to play the slowest car with the cushion wheels again," Dan taunted. "Maybe then you'll have your chance."
"That's not nice," Phil complained, elbowing his friend in the arm. Dan ignored him, too focused on ending the video to retaliate.
Phil was quiet as Dan recited his little ending spiel. He didn't want to speak for fear of choking up on camera, overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude at having his best friend back. Dan was now in remission, after a whole year of miserable treatments and multiple operations, and this was their first "real" video since before all of this had happened. Phil had done his best to maintain both his and Dan's various forms of social media, keeping the fans updated and trying to put out whatever halfhearted content he could come up with while Dan was out of commission, but he was still in disbelief that so many of their fans had still stood by them despite it all.
But now all of that was behind them, Dan was back in the saddle again, and the world was as it should be. Phil still lived with a whisper of fear in the back of his mind, reminding him that remission didn't always mean cure, but for now he would savor every single day he had with Dan—the healthy, happy, sarcastic, hilarious Dan that he thought he had lost forever.
Everything was going to be okay.