Recovery. (Phan)

7) Bubbles

I stood on the porch in front of my house, it was snowing by now and Phil was closely knitted by my side, our breaths slowly converting to little cloud puffs as I hesitated to open the door, tears began to fall down my face and I was convinced that it was so cold that they could turn into icicles any seconds
"It's okay, Dan take your time." Phil sympathetically rubbed my shoulder, I nodded my head and opened the door, there was a blast of warm air and all the lights were on, i stepped inside Phil following close behind me, as we walked through to the kitchen you could just tell that there was something in the house that wasn't right.
"Here" I said gesturing towards my mother, Phil peaked in gasping at the foreign sight. The dead body stenches an unbearable odor.
"Oh, Dan." he said, his voice trembling, "Oh my god, Dan!" tears were in his eyes as he tightly embraced me "I'm so sorry."
I was so confused, I didn't know that Phil was so sensitive towards death, I could see the pain in his eyes. " What should we do?" I asked about to cry again myself. He looked up at me with his teary blue eyes, scary, therapist have emotions too. 
"The only thing we can do." he took out his phone, I could hear the ringing tone echo out the phone even though it wasn't on speaker. I began to shake still staring at the presence of my deceased mother.
"W-who are you calling?" I stuttered, Phil shushed me and slightly rubbed my back, which strangely did calm me down.

When Phil was done with his brief phone call he took me by the hand, his hands frail, cold and pale. I could feel a warm feeling in my stomach Phil was grasping my hand.

***

 Right when we got home drew me a bath, we waited in a comfortable silence as the echo of the water slowly rising bounced off the tiled walls. Phil stopped the water and gestured me to get in, I slowly peeled off my wet cold clothing, embarrassed that Phil still continued to sit in the bathroom while I stripped.
I instantly felt my cheeks grow red,

"Um, Phil c-can you..."

I didn't  even have to finish my sentence before the elder boy covered his eyes with his hands. I laughed quietly to myself, before getting in the bathtub

"Can I peek now?" he laughed,

I pulled his hands away so he could see, there was a moment of just staring between us, the bathroom mirror began to fog up as the water was very hot. "Wow..." was all he could say while he sat on the toilet cover and I in the bathtub. He stroked my hair with hand. "Well I'll leave you to it..." he began to back out the room

"Phil w-wait!" he turned around

"Do you t-think you can l-like join me? I don't feel comfortable by myself."

he hesitated at first but nodded and eventually pulled off his own clothing, "Are you sure your okay with this?" he asked me one foot already in the steamy water, I nodded and continued watching him get in the tub. Bathing with Phil may sound strange but oddly, it wasn't.

"You are so beautiful.." he trailed off getting closer to me, he began to wet his hands and run them through my hair until it was soaking wet. He traced the bruises on my stomach with I his finger. "Does it make me a bad person to say that I wish you weren't almost done with your therapy sessions, I'll really miss talking with you on another level no one can understand."

"Who says we need therapy sessions to talk Phil?, I'll always be here." I wrapped my arms around his waist, he was sat straddled on me now and for once we didn't care about making passionate love or just plain fucking, we just wanted to be with each other.  Strands of hair on his hair began to clump and drip water.

He leaned over and began to dry his hands on his pants that were on the bathroom ground next to us, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"Do you mind?" he politely asked getting out his lighter and lighting it before I could answer. I laughed at the elder boy his eyes rolling in the back of his head when he took a puff

"Fuck..." he turned away and blew the smoke in the other directions.

"Your more addictive then this cigarette could ever be."