Chapter 2: Dan's POV
It was several days after Phil had acted so weird. Dan was still confused as to why his friend had gotten so flustered. However, he was extremely cute in that state. Phil had no idea that Dan was in love with him. There where times when Dan had wanted to to tell him, but he just didn't know how to bring it up. He needed the right opportunity, and he just didn't know when or if that would ever come.
Dan was slouched into his browsing position when Phil entered the room. Seeing him first thing every morning always made his heart skip a beat. It was a feeling he just couldn't get over.
"G'morning," Dan said to him. Phil, still very sleepy, merely nodded in Dan's direction as a response. Dan could immediately tell that Phil hadn't slept very well. Ever sine that day in the kitchen Dan had noticed his friend looking more and more drained. He knew there was something wrong, but he couldn't even begin to imagine what it was. He thought about how Phil had told him some dreams had been keeping him up. Maybe he was just having some really bad nightmares? He needed to get to the bottom of this.
"Hey, Phil?" Dan asked cautiously.
"Mhm?" Phil replied, looking over to Dan from his spot on the couch.
"I was just wondering...well, I'm worried about you." Dan saw Phil tense up. "I know you haven't been sleeping, and I just want to know if you're okay." Dan finished what he had to say and waited for his friend to respond. He was starting to think that he shouldn't have said anything at all.
"Yeah, I guess I haven't been sleeping very well," Phil finally admitted. Dan thought he noticed a slight colour rise in his cheeks, but assumed it was just because of the confrontation. "I'm sorry if I've worried you" he continued. Dan looked over at Phil and saw he was clearly uncomfortable. He knew he should probably drop it, but he really was worried.
"Well," Dan started, putting down his laptop and turning to face Phil, "do you want to talk about it?" Phil fidgeted next to him. Dan noticed that he was trying to avoid eye contact. He started adjusting his glasses, playing with the hem of his shirt, just anything to distract him from the question.
"It's really not that big of a deal. I've just been having some dreams that keep me up." Phil had started to trail off at the end, almost to where Dan could barely hear him.
"Dreams?" Dan asked. "Like nightmares?"
"Not exactly," Phil started, "they just make me think too much and I end up sitting in bed all night pondering." Phil was very still at this point. He was staring at one spot on the floor and wouldn't even blink. Dan hated seeing him like this. He loved Phil and wanted nothing but to help him. Very slowly Dan reached over and placed a hand on Phil's knee. Phil looked up at him and they stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever.
"I just want you to know that you can always come talk to me," Dan said. He smiled at Phil, hoping to get a smile back, but Phil merely nodded, turning away again to avoid Dan's eyes.