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phil sat next to dan, handing him a mug of coffee. he couldn't help but stare at him, the way his long legs were folded under him, the way he bit his lip in concentration while focusing on the television. he was simply beautiful. his hair wasn't straight right now, like phil was used to see during calls and in snaps. they were wavy and short and dan looked adorable. his bruises had gotten lighter and his face looked better than before. the hollow in his cheeks and the bags under his eyes were still there but they were getting better.

"i can feel you staring at me," dan giggled and phil flushed, looking away. a silence stretched between them, for a few minutes. it wasn't uncomfortable, it was just a silence where both of them were peacefully drinking their coffee, vision focused on the illuminated screen.

"phil?" dan called in a small voice and phil nodded his head, wrapping his palms around the mug to warm them up.

"yeah?"

"would you mind if, um," dan's cheeks heated as he scooted closer to phil, and phil diverted his gaze from the television to dan. he was biting his lip nervously and his eyes darted away from phil's.

"what is it, baby?"the word felt weird rolling off phil's tongue but he was unaware of the fact that, that particular word made dan highly flustered yet strangely happy and settled.

"can we cuddle?" dan asked hesitantly and phil almost immediately opened his arms. he desperately wanted to kiss dan earlier, but he didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. and so when dan rested his head on phil's chest, phil wrapped his arm around dan's shoulders, he sighed happily, pulling dan closer.

"you're squishy," dan commented and phil couldn't help but laugh at the statement.

"what does that even mean?" phil pondered, his fingers playing with dan's soft hair.

"i mean when i looked at you, i thought you'd be muscly and like hard, but you're soft and squishy," dan muttered nuzzling his head further into phil's chest and keeping his mug down to wrap his arm around phil's waist. phil just smiled at him adoringly, running his hand up and down dan's back.

"you don't make any sense," phil laughed instead and dan just blushed, focusing his attention on the beautiful sound erupting from phil's mouth.

"do you think my dad will ever forgive me?" dan looked up at phil and phil brushed the hair away from his eyes.

"there is nothing wrong in being the way you are, he can't really forgive you, he has to accept you," phil placed a soft kiss to dan's forehead and dan closed his eyes at the sensation.

"i really hope he accepts me then," dan whispered, feeling like he could cry.

"he will, don't worry baby," and hearing those words from phil just made him feel better.

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