It was cold.
It was extremely cold.
It was deathly cold.
Dan had heated up soup for himself and Phil and they were both sat in the living room sipping at it. Dan would glance at Phil every now and then to see if he showed any signs of tensing up again, but he seemed fine.
Phil, however, started to notice.
"OK, what is it, Dan? And if you tell me you love me, and you always have, I'll push you out the window."
Phil gave Dan a weird look.
"You know I'll always love you, baby," Dan winked.
"No, seriously," Phil giggled. "What's wrong?"
Dan sighed and put down his soup, which was still incredibly hot to eat.
"What's been going on with you? I've been noticing you been really weird lately. You keep zoning out and you walk away completely sometimes. You hardly, well, you never use anything like Twitter or Tumblr anymore, and when is the last you actually uploaded something? I'm worried about you mate. Are you sick? Have I done something? Please don't keep me in the dark anymore, I can't stand it," Dan finished.
Phil stirred his soup and sighed.
Then he started telling Dan everything.