Good Morning Greetings {PhAn} [Completed]

Excusable

I clear my throat. "We should probably eat in tonight." I open the fridge and look around. "We can make stir-fry."

Phil comes into the kitchen and searches through the fridge. "Vegetable stir-fry?"

"With what we have, I guess so."

"We don't have any meat?"

"Even if we did, I don't feel like marinating them and all. I think tofu would be fine, right?"

Phil gives a look of slight disgust. "Tofu?"

"That's all we have."

"The texture of it is weird."

I flick at him. "Then just for me. If you end up with any, just shove it onto my plate. Problem solved."

I take the vegetables out and lay them on the counter. My hand searches for the drawer holding the knives, finding it and taking out the sharp object.

One-by-one, I cut the ingredients. Phil walks around behind me. "Do you want to make some rice, too?"

I turn and nod, quickly going back to my chopping. "Rice would be great. Could you make it yourself, though. I'm a bit busy here."

"Alright. Will you be making the sauce, or will I?"

I push the already-cut food to the side, starting on the next item. "If I don't get there quick enough, you can start."

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"So..."

"So."

"How has your day been?"

"Horrible. I've been hanging out with this idiot all day and it's killing me."

"Hey! That is lit-ra-lly offensive."

He gives out a quiet giggle and glances to the side. "I'm kidding. Today's been great."

I put both elbows on the table, crossing my fingers together and placing my head on the bridge. "Oh really? Why don't you tell me about it?"

Phil kicks my leg and I jump. "I don't need to."

"What about yesterday?"

His eyes glistens and he grins widely. "I can't believe I didn't tell you this sooner!" he laughs. "So, I'm just walking down the street, right? I'm just being the normally citizen I am, then this woman passes me by and a second later, she starts yelling at me. I'm confused as frick..."

His voice zones out. I nod between each breath he takes and discontinue my eating to just look at him.

Phil looks excited and amused at his own story-telling, which I wasn't really paying attention to.

"...and guess what?"

"What happened?" I ask him with a happy tone.

"The man starts chasing after me..."

I zone out again and notice as he's speaking in run-on sentences. His nose crinkles at something and then his eyes dart around the room, sometimes rolling whenever something annoying happened in the tale.

I don't know how long I was looking at him. I don't think it was too long, since he hasn't noticed yet.

Phil gulps and stops, his attention diverting to me. Oh, never mind. "Dan? You okay? You look kinda lost there."

I sniffle and shake my head. "I'm good. Continue."

He takes a bite of the food on the plate, chews it, then swallows it down. "It's done. I already told it."

My face contorts into confusion. "Really? Oh, I didn't notice. Sorry about that."

He sighs. "Well, no duh. I did notice you not paying attention somewhere in the middle of my narration."

"I've been listening!" I retort stubbornly. I wouldn't let him catch me that easily.

He gives me a unbelievable look. "Really? What's the story?"

"The woman thought you stole her purse and her husband ran after you."

"What about at the end?"

"The police get involved."

He snorts and says, "No."

"What?"

"If you'd been listening, you would've noticed that I begun to say the opening for Avatar: The Last Airbender."

"You did not."

"I did. It went something like this: The man starts chasing me, and I run around the park, trying to avoid him. But everything changed when the fire nation attacked. Only the Avatar, the master of all four elements, could stop them. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years passed-"

"Okay, okay! I wasn't listening!" I confess. "Goodness, you know how to throw me off, don't you?"

Phil laughs. "I have been living with you for quite sometime. It'd been bad if I didn't know how to."

I apologize again and we continue eating.

At least he didn't ask me what I was thinking about. I probably would've found an excuse, either way. Maybe.

Plus, maybe I was just a bit curious about what's been up with Phil lately.

My thoughts flow out of my mouth. "Then, any new secrets I should know about?"

He stops eating and pauses.

He places his utensils on the almost empty plate. "I'm full," he tells me, picking up his things. Phil walks away and I furrow my brows, gaze burrowing into the empty seat in front of me.

It wasn't that excusable. What a terrible one.

And I had begun to think that the incident was behind us. Hasn't it been long enough?

Apparently not, says the voice in my head.

Apparently not, I agree.

"Good night, Dan," he tells me, walking into his room.

"Night!" I call back.

His door shuts and I lean into my chair, thinking about tonight. I did something again. I should stop trying to figure out what's wrong with him.

He'll tell me soon, right? Phil wouldn't keep things holed up for so long. And I'd figure out later, anyway. He's a terrible liar, as well, so he wouldn't be able to do that I'd I ever decided to question him.

But that wasn't my job.

I'll just wait.