Dear Phil [Phan]

Phil!

"Dan," PJ said softly, "you have to get up."

Dan was still sleeping though. He rolled over at the noise and mumbled something incomprehensible.

"Dan," PJ pestered again.

Still half asleep, Dan grasped at the empty space next to him. "Phil?" Dan mumbled. He reached his arm out and found PJ's wrist, grabbing hold and pulling him into the bed.

"Um, Dan," PJ struggled to escape Dan's grip but Dan was nearly strangling PJ.

"Come on Phil, just 5 more minutes," he pleaded and PJ stilled in his arms.

"Peej, have you gotten Dan up yet? We need-" Chris paused in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of him.

"Chris," PJ frowned, "he thinks I'm Phil."

Chris sighed and walked towards the bed. He shook Dan lightly, "Dan-"

Dan's eyes opened slowly, "Chris? What're you-" he turned to look next to him and quickly released PJ, who moved from the bed and stood next to Chris.

Dan's eyes filled with tears as he noticed the much-to-empty spot next to him. He stuck his face back into the pillow and hurriedly blinked them away.

"Get up. We made tea. And then we're going out for a walk and some air. We'll get lunch, come back, and get ready for tonight," Chris told him.

"What's to-, oh right." He didn't really feel like going, but he knew that Chris and PJ would never let him stay inside alone all day. They would almost definitely have something planned if Dan decided last minute not to go.

Dan met Chris and PJ in the sitting room after he was done in the bathroom. He was almost immediately handed a cup and he took a sip from it.

"Thanks."

PJ nodded and they made small talk for an hour, before leaving and doing exactly what Chris had told him earlier.

They walked, Dan trudging miserably behind them, every store they passed a reminder of a memory of when he and Phil went here or there. They got lunch and tried to pick a place that Dan had never been to before, but it was a Japanese restaurant and Dan had to hold back his tears as the chef cooked in front of them, throwing the knives in the air and made fire rise from the stove. And then to top it all off, Chris and PJ dragged Dan back home and forced him to make himself decent for the party tonight.

Let's just say that Dan was not in a good mood.

So it was no surprise that he barely talked on the ride there. And that when they arrived he had immediately began to drink and became so drunk he was like a clown on roller-skates. Running into people and falling over and barely able to stand up and walk, let alone make any sense of what he was saying or doing.

But let's start from the beginning.

"Come on Dan, if we don't leave now we're going to be stuck in traffic," PJ called, as the driver waited with his engine running.

"Alright, alright," Dan mumbled, Chris pushing him out the door and into the backseat.

When Dan was around, Chris and PJ tried to hide any affection for each other, so that Dan wouldn't become more upset than he already was. But it didn't stop Chris from grabbing PJ's hand, where Dan couldn't see, (but it didn't matter, because Dan was gazing carelessly out the window), and whispering in his ear.

"Do you think this will all be ok in the end?"

PJ peeked over at Dan and then laid his head on Chris's shoulder. "I really hope so," he whispered back.