A/N: Okay, so approximately 1 week has passed in the story. Chris just got back from Elise's, discussing how they're gonna split up all their stuff. I dunno much about divorce and all that, if you haven't noticed. And don't be all, "Well then why are you writing about it?" because fuck you, Chris is married. He can either get a divorce or cheat on her. I really don't like cheating so divorce is inevitable in this setting. Anyway, so I'm just going to skip over most of the parts having to do with that, unless they're moderately important.

Oh and thank you so much for the reviews and follows and all that jazz. It's very much appreciated. It also motivates me to write faster when I know that there are a few people looking forward to new chapters!

I do not own Dan Vs. Sorry, I forgot the dislaimer last chapter.. I didn't own it back then either.

Chris POV:

I arrived home around 7:30 from my.. what should I call it? Meeting? With Elise. Dan was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I rolled my eyes and smirked. Big surprise there. "Took you long enough!" Dan yelled, before asking in the same tone of voice, "Anything eventful occur? Let me guess, Elise completely screwed you over and took all your money?"

"Dan!" I exclaimed. "Elise isn't a bad person! We were very civil and talked about it like logical adults! So no, nothing particularily eventful happened."

"That's what she wants you to believe," Dan whispered in an eerie voice.

I looked at him in disbelief, questionably raising an eyebrow, "You're insane."

Later that night:

I lay awake on the couch, just thinking about everything. About Dan, about Elise, about my future plans, about trying to sleep, about bacon.. My mind was all over the place. There was no way I'd be able to sleep any time soon. I watched the clock as time ticked away. Due to boredom, I began looking through Dan's fridge. One negative thing I could say about living with Dan was that he really didn't understand the concept of grocery shopping. His fridge was constantly empty. All throughout our friendship, whenever he needed anything, he'd call me up or randomly arrive at my house and we'd go out and get it. He'd get what he needed for that exact moment, no planning ahead. Nevertheless, I was still somewhat hungry. I settled on just pouring myself a glass of tap water, seeing as that was my only option, really.

Suddenly, I was interrupted from my trivial roaming of boredom when I heard a bloodcurdling shriek coming from Dan's room! It was Dan; something was wrong! Spitting out my water, dropping the glass onto the counter, I rushed into his room to find him sitting up in bed, breathing heavily. Running to his side and grabbing hold of his shoulders, in attempt to get him to snap out of it, I asked in a loud, concerned voice, "Dan! What's wrong?!"

After a while, his breathing slowed, returning to normal and he actually.. looked a bit embarrassed? I repeated myself, in a calmer voice, "Dan, what happened? What's wrong?"

He blushed, mumbling, "I had a nightmare.." It was then that I understood. There had been several other times where he had been like this, childish and innocent, as unlikely as that sounds. One time, he thought there was a monster under his bed. Another time, we were camping and he was unable to sleep because his plan hadn't worked, so he decided to stay with Elise and I. It was times like those, when he showed fear or opened up a bit more to me, where I really acknowledged the fact that he truly is only human. He isn't just an angry, vengeance-seeking misanthrope! He gets scared! He feels lonely! Sometimes, he needs someone to lean on. I feel flattered and priviledged knowing that I'm the only person he's really opened up to in such a way. Still, it caught me off guard, seeing him so fragile and afraid. I had to make sure that everything was okay.

I climbed into the bed, next to him and began drawing circles on his back with my hand, in effort to soothe and relax him. "It was just a dream.. it's going to be okay," I whispered to him. Suddenly, I felt his arms wrapping around my shoulders and his face in the crook of my neck. He was... hugging me?

Dan POV:

I was still half-asleep when Chris heard my screams and came in to find me hyperventilating. I didn't know what I was doing. He began attempting to comfort me, putting his arm around me, rubbing my back gently, whispering calming words into my ear.. He was too close. I lost control. I was weak. But at the moment, it just felt so right. Dealing with horrible nightmares by myself whenever they occured was ineffective. I never truly felt like things were any better... even after telling myself repeatedly that it was only a dream. I would lay awake, terrified for the rest of the night, afraid that the dreams would return if I allowed sleep to claim me. Having someone here for me, especially when that person was Chris, made everything seem like it would be okay in the end. I buried my face into his neck, wrapping my arms loosely around him. It was then that the sobs began racking through my body. Tears rolled down my face and onto Chris' chest. I couldn't believe it. I was crying. In front of Chris. The one person whose opinion of me actually mattered had seen me at my worst, weak and pathetic. But at the moment, I didn't care. I needed a shoulder to cry on. "Ssh, don't worry, I'm here," he whispered, wrapping his arm around my waist, in a gesture that he was there for me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. His tone was soft and sweet. There were no ulterior motives behind his question. He didn't want me to do or say anything that made me uncomfortable and that was truly admirable. I nodded my head no. He completely understood and didn't push the topic any further. Soon, Chris' grip on me tightened slightly, holding me closer to him. We embraced one another for what felt like forever. I could hear his heart beating and feel his chest moving in and out with his breaths. He was so nice and warm and strong. I just wanted to stay with him like that and never leave.

Then.. I don't know what I was thinking. I must've been out of my mind. I pulled my face back a bit and looked him straight in his beautiful, welcoming eyes, with a shy, thankful smile. His hand reached up to stroke my face. He then wiped the tears from my eyes and stared right back at me, a small, delicate, consoling smile forming on his face as well. I shifted slightly, so I was sitting on his lap and leaned in closer. He moved his face in a bit closer as well, so our noses were just barely touching. "Thank you," I muttered, my face contorting a bit, trying to say those two dreadful words. Thanking people is usually not my style but I was half asleep and he had really made me feel a lot better, just by being there for me. He deserved a thank you for putting up with me all the time, anyway. Feeling especially daring for some reason, I placed my hand onto his cheek. He appeared quite surprised, but didn't oppose. Moving my mouth in closer towards him and tilting my head, I pressed my lips against his, closing my eyes. It was pure and chaste, lasting only a few seconds but still, it felt completely and utterly amazing. If I were to die right that moment, I'd finally have something to show for my life other than my criminal record. I pulled back from him and planted a small peck on his forehead. "Chris..?" I murmured.

"Yeah?" Chris replied, gazing at me in a dream-like trance.

I nuzzled his neck a bit more, before commanding him, "Stay here tonight." He nodded and we both lay down, next to one another.

Chris snuggled up against my back, draping his arms over me and then whispered, very quietly, directly in my ear, "Good night," before he leaned over and kissed my cheek. I blushed and turned my face away from him, into my pillow. I felt his heartbeat on my back, his warm breath on my neck and our legs intertwined together. I fell asleep in that position, and let me tell you; it was probably the best sleep of my entire life.

I awoke in my bed, however, something felt different. It felt as if there was a massive bear laying on top of me..? I looked around, to find Chris sprawled across the bed, most of his body weight focused on crushing me. Memories from the previous night came flooding back to me and I suddenly felt ashamed. I didn't regret it happening. It was more like ... I was afraid of what Chris would think of me. I'm the one always telling him what to do and acting as if I'm superior to him. Yet I just woke up in the same bed as him after he spent the night comforting me like a fucking weakling. I kicked him to get him off of me, and he awoke with a groan. I sat up and glared at him. "Morning beautiful," he grinned, looking up at me.

"Shut up," I muttered, kicking him lightly, "Don't talk to me like that. Last night, nothing fucking happened. Forget everything, do you understand me?" Damn, it really hurt to tell him something like that, especially when it was all my fault and I was yelling at him for it.. His eyes widened.

"Sure, I'll pretend that nothing happened.. but why, Dan?" Chris asked, his voice full of hurt.

I sighed, avoiding eye contact, "Just because."

Chris put his hand on my shoulder, "Dan, please. Give me a real reason, maybe I can help. You're acting like more happened than what actually did."

"Fine," I sighed, caving in. I really do care about him, not telling him would just make matters worse.. Continuing, making sure not to look him in the eyes, I added, "You're my best friend, Chris. In fact, you're my only friend. I don't know what I'd do without you. I just.. I can't lose you. I don't want to complicate things. I don't want to be clingy and weak. I don't want you to see me when I'm like this." There I go again, unintentionally sounding like even more of a dependent weakling. I was letting my walls down, and I hated myself for it. I saw Chris chuckling quietly. "What the fuck's your problem?! Is something about what I said funny to you?!" I shrieked, about to fucking punch him out. I opened up to him and he had the fucking nerve to laugh in my face!? You've gotta be kidding me.

"No, no! Sorry," He began to clarify, "It's the fact that you thought my feelings towards you changed after seeing you like that. Whether you're angry and vengeful or sweet and honest with your feelings, you're still adorable! I love you for who you are!" After realizing what he had said, Chris' eyes widened in surprise and he immediately slapped his hands over his mouth. He just... told me he loves me? In hearing that he completely returns my feelings towards him, I felt like I could trust him a bit more. Did I have something to do with the downfall of his marriage? I felt bad but it lasted about half a second. Elise was wrong for him anyway. He's better off without her. Anyway, back to something that actually matters.. Chris said he loves me! He loves me! I had to respond before he retracted his statement, claiming that he misspoke or something.

"I'm not adorable, I'm manly as hell," I glared. He opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him, "Though I suppose I ..feel warmly towards you as well." Chris' sad demeanor completely changed.

"You do?" He asked, in a quiet voice. I nodded, blushing. We sat there in silence for a while, before Chris finally broke it. "So, do you- do you.."

"Do I what, Chris? Get on with it," I commanded.

It appeared that he had changed his mind on what he was going to say, as he sighed and shook his head. "Do you want me to make pancakes?"

I expected him to say something a bit more important. Usually, he'd just go and make pancakes for me, no questions asked. But still, pancakes are pancakes and I love me some good pancakes. "Sure, I've always said that marrying Elise caused your pancake making skills to suffer. I suppose we'll see now whether they've returned to their previous deliciousness."

"Great, so I'll head out to the store and get supplies. I'll probably get some other things to stock up your fridge with too. You coming?" Chris asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him with an are you kidding me stare, "What do you think?" He smiled, and we headed out to the car.