Bring Me Home // Phan

Phil's POV

When Dan calmed down, I cracked a joke and managed to make him laugh.

A small, quiet, nervous laugh.

But a laugh all the same.

Dan's POV

I wanted to leave.

To get back to my room and sleep.

Maybe when I woke up, I'd be back.

But as I started to walk out through the door, Phil grabbed my arm.

His fingers pressed into the fresh cuts I had made that morning and I flinched away.

Why does this keep happening just let me sleep!

Phil's POV

I made sure Dan stayed with me the rest of that day.

I didn't want him to be sad all alone, and I wanted to make sure he didn't do something whilst he was in this state.

I grabbed his arm when he turned to go, and he seemed to flinch away.

Probably still jumpy.

Suggesting TV, I grabbed the remote and beckoned Dan over to the sofa.

I didn't care what was on - I don't think Dan did, either.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dan fidgeting with his hands, so I moved over and pulled him close to me into a hug.

And slowly, I felt as he drifted off to sleep, his head resting on my shoulder.