"Phil? Phil? Phil. Phil. Philphilphilphil."
Phil groaned and turned over.
Dan pouted. "PHIL DAMMIT GET UP PJ'S HERE."
"...what. Why?" came the muffled reply.
"Because the world is ending and he didn't want to die without confessing his undying love to me. It was also his birthday last weekend and we missed the party so we're supposed to be doing something today. Get up. Get dressed."
Phil grunted.
Dan poked him before leaving Phil's room and shutting the door.
PJ Liguori draped his jacket over the kitchen chair.
"Undying love, eh? Should I be taking hints here?"
Dan winked.
PJ laughed. "So what was wrong with him, you said? You sounded really worried when you called."
Dan walked over to the kettle and switched it on, taking three mugs out of the cupboard.
"Like I said, I don't know. He keeps telling me he feels.. Woozy or whatever, but I don't know. It seems like more than that." Dan turned and faced PJ.
"I walked in on him crying last night, Peej. He had his face in the pillow.. And he sobbed."
Dan looked down at his feet and frowned.
"If he is sick, then it must be something serious. But what if he's using that as an excuse to cover something up?"
PJ leaned on the counter and rested his head in his hand.
"That's certainly not normal behavior. How long has this been going on?"
"I'm not sure, about a week after I came back. He started by daydreaming a lot, tuning out of our conversations or completely walking away when we recorded together."
PJ frowned.
"Do you think I did something, maybe, or..?" Dan trailed off.
Dan had left to be with his family for a month or two. His aunt was in an accident and hadn't made it, so he went up there to be with his mother. His mother and his aunt were extremely close, and he found himself worrying. So Dan had asked Phil if he'd be okay for a few weeks.
Phil was concerned, he'd assured Dan that everything will be fine, and that he should go.
Dan got back a little over four weeks ago. But a week after his return, Phil had become resigned, distant, and he wouldn't tell Dan what was bothering him. He'd tell Dan that he was being silly, but now he's taken to being 'sick'.
But what if Phil really was sick? As hard as Dan tried, he kept trying to tell himself that it was nothing, but he had this nagging feeling and it was starting to make himself feel sick.
PJ barely opened his mouth when Phil wandered into the kitchen.
Peej cleared his throat. "...Hey Phil."
Dan gave PJ his tea, and handed Phil his coffee.
Phil thanked Dan, then looked at PJ, confused.
"Oh, hey Peej? Why're you here?"
Dan and PJ exchanged worried glances. "Uh... Phil? You alright man?"
Phil just smiled and stepped out of the room.