When Phil had finished, he had tears welling up in his eyes.
He wasn't sure if he should have told Dan. Dan might laugh in his face, or phone the nearest mental hospital and have the men in white suits drag him away. He shut his eyes. His thoughts were only making it worse.
The next minute he felt warm. He opened his eyes.
Dan was.. Hugging him?
Phil hugged his best friend, and he never let go.
After a while, they got up and moved to the kitchen, where Phil had refilled the kettle and put it on. He was leaning against the counter massaging his temples.
He had one of those fogging headaches again.