Psycho

Unit 32

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When Dan opened the front door of their apartment, the silence that filled his ears was almost deafening. He stepped inside and peeled off his coat. He hung it on the hook next to the door as every movement he made sounded a thousand times louder over this oddly unfamiliar calm.

Dan's instinct, which had never failed him, sensed by the deathly hush that something was not right. He climbed the stairs slowly, listening into the distance to try and hear something, anything.

Nothing.

It reminded him of the first night. The night he had met Agana Baldwin. How silent the city had been and how both calm and threatened he had felt. That night, something unexpected had happened. Maybe this was what tonight meant, too.

Unexpectedness. Or was it?

The silence was so heavy Dan felt as if it was impolite to breathe so loudly. He hadn't noticed his breath had caught in his throat on his way up the stairs. Every step was taken carefully as his feet lead him instinctively.

They suddenly stopped walking when he was in front of the two closed bedroom doors. He stared at them, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

And, after a minute, one of the knobs turned and the door creaked open in a painfully slow manner. Just as Dan had expected.

On the other side stood Phil. His chin was up, his lips were lightly pursed and his eyes were narrowed so he hoped Dan couldn't see through his fear.

Dan did anyway.

Doing the best he could to keep himself together, Phil noticed Dan close his eyes right after looking at him from head to toes. After a few seconds that felt like forever, Dan jerked lightly and his eyes opened again. Phil tried his best not to look down.

"Hello, Phil." He said after another minute of heavy silence, a slight grin growing on his lips.

"Dan." Phil replied through gritted teeth.

They stared longingly into each other's eyes. It took everything in Phil's power not to break the contact.

"I knew this day would come." Dan admitted softly.

"Did you?" Phil said, his teeth still clenched.

"Since the beginning." He smiled. "In fact, we both knew. But we denied it. And look at us now. Two souls in denial finally come to face the awful truth."

Phil didn't think it was possible for his jaw to close so tight.

"Do you remember, Phil, when you wanted to know so desperately what I do when I leave the house at night?"

Phil didn't move.

"And I told you that, perhaps, one day, you'd now?"

He smiled even wider.

"Today might be your lucky day."

Phil instinctively touched the phone in his pocket. Dan noticed his movement and shifted his eyes back to his face.

"What's wrong, Philly? Just a week ago you would've been really excited about finally knowing."

He took a deep breath and buffed his chest lightly, trying to boost himself up with some well needed confidence.