Adopted By Phan

2.1

A/N: Hi c:

Flashbacks are in italics.

Dan POV

Today was our doctors appointment. I was nervous, to say in the least. Phil was being an angel, though. And I really mean, an angel. He's been checking up on me, listening to my stupid problems, cooking dinner all week. I couldn't ask for anything better.

A bonus was that he gave me a complimentary blowjob last night, it was good. He didn't even ask for anything in return, which was good because I was exhausted from the previous happenings but I also really like getting him off. Surprisingly, we had only had sex a few times in our six year relationship.

It wasn't a huge thing for us, I suppose we prefer the fluffy stuff; like cuddles, and movies. I mean, who doesn't like sex, but Phil always said that cuddles were better than kisses in a relationship so I guess I went with that. Maybe I would ask him tonight; for sex, I mean. We hadn't done it in a while, blowies and tossing each other off got boring after a while.

"Daniel." Phil said, pulling me out of my day dream, I turned my head to the side.

"Y-yeah?" I stuttered. Trust my speech to show how nervous I am for the doctors appointment. He smiled sympathetically and squeezed my hand.

"Are you okay?" He smiles. I take a deep breath and nod silently. I gaze out of the window and question whether I really am okay. His hand slips around my waist and I smile down at him. Not that I'm a huge amount taller, only an inch or two. It's huge compared to 2009.

We sit down and Phil immediately takes my hand and rubs it encouragingly. I feel eyes watching me. I look up only to see we're pretty much alone in the waiting room. I re-adjust my shirt and scratch the back of my neck.

"Dan, calm down. We're having a check up, nothing bad is going to happen." Phil reassures. I bite my lip and attempt to look confident. I give in and lean my head on his shoulder, seeking comfort. He chuckles quietly and wraps an arm around my shoulder before kissing the side of my head.

"Mr Howell and Mr Lester." A nurse pops her head around the corner and smiles at us. I trudge into the room behind a lively Phil, beaming at the nurse.

"So, shall we start with you, Philip?" She asks. I snort at her using his full name and he scrunches his nose up at me. He gets weighed, measured, the lot. Next up, it's me.

"Come on then, Daniel. Remove your t-shirt and step on the scales. She encourages. I look at the floor and the anxiety of my teenage years fills my stomach. I remember this one day, I was about 16, when I had PE. I was changing next to my friends when the teacher pointed out how I had a slight layer of chub on my stomach.

"Wow, Daniel. You really let yourself go over the Christmas period, didn't you?" Mr Young sneered.

What if Phil thought I was fat? I always have been insecure, surely he wouldn't be mean. Phil's voice pulls me out of my trance and I slowly remove my top and stand on the scales. I squeeze my eyes shut and step off again. Phil hands me my shirt and I pull it on as fast as I can, then placing my black Attack On Titan sweater on.

We take our seats again and the nurse turns to me.

"So, Daniel. Philip has informed me we needed to chat about something else?" The said, yet also questioning me. I pull my sleeve ends into my hands and look at Phil sheepishly. He smiles slightly and turns to the nurse.

"Since Aaron died, he hasn't been himself and we're both worried his depression is coming back." He says calmly.

"It's not coming back, it's already here." I speak up, both of their heads turn to me. "I can feel it. There's t-this switch in my head and it on my turns on whenever I want to be happy. I-it's like a darkness is ruling my life." Phil places his hand on my knee and squeezes it.

"I see, and how do you feel with yourself, Daniel?" She pushes.

I shrug.

"Fine." I lie.

"Don't say that, Dan. Fine means a completely different thing with you." Phil says. I shrug again and place my head in my hands, breathing out deeply. He places my hand on my back and rubs it encouragingly. I speak up, still looking at the ground.

"I just don't feel right. With myself, I mean. There's something wrong, I can feel it. I wasn't completely okay even when I was on the anti-depressants, let alone now."

"Okay, Daniel. I would like you to attend some therapy sessions. We have a space this afternoon, if you would like that?" The doctor smiled.

I sighed.

"I don't know, I mean-" I started.

"Dan, you need this. I don't think you realise that I can see how much you're hurting, bear." Phil smiled. I sighed again.

"But I have you to talk to." I pouted.

"I know, and I'll always be here to talk with you. But I'm not a professional, and maybe that's what you need." He smiled. I nodded slowly.

"Okay, I'll do it today then." I said reluctantly. The doctor grinned and clapped her hands.

"Okay then. It would be better if, Phil, you weren't here. So, if you could go home and I will take Daniel to the therapy session now. Then he will join you at home a short while after?" She offered.

"Sounds good." Phil smiled. We stood up and I buried my face in Phil's neck. He rubbed my back a few times and kissed the side of my head before I whispered something to him:

"What if I don't get better?" My voice cracks a bit.

"You will get better, I have faith in you. Open up to this counsellor, if not, open up to me. I'll always be here to listen. I love you, Dan."

My eyes teared up as he said that, as we don't say it a lot. Which makes it special to us.

"I love you too." I whisper back. We pull out from our hug and Phil leaves the room.

"He's a keeper." The counsellor who had just entered the room smiled. We sat down and I nodded, placing my fist underneath my chin.

"He is. I wouldn't be here without him."

"Are we talking about here as in today or here on another level?" He questions.

"I mean, I would probably be dead." I replied flatly, not meeting his eyes. He nodded silently, and we began our therapy session.

A/N: This story is so close to 1000 reads! If I hit 1K by the next chapter there is a chance of smut, if you guys want it. Just let me know, idk