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Homesick

Homesick was the only word to describe the emotions Dan was feeling right now. The tour was draining the life out of him, and all he craved was to curl up in his own bed for days and days. To just rest. Sure, it was the most exciting thing he'd ever done, but it was exhausting nonetheless. Repetitive as well, but he wouldn't admit that.

He threw up his legs on the coffee table in his hotel room, just as Phil emerged from the bathroom wearing his pajamas. Phil looked tired, just as tired as Dan.

"Hey," Phil greeted, with a small smile.

Dan nodded back. "Hey."

"You look tired," Phil commented.

"I am. You're not one to talk, though."

Phil smiled gently at Dan, plopping down next to him on the couch. He also stretched out his legs, placing them next to Dan's on the table. They sat there for a few minutes, looking at each other's legs and feet splayed out on the table in silence. Dan was tired, too tired to keep his eyes open. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift into a light slumber. His head went slack and leaned on Phil's shoulder.

Phil looked down at him. He looked... adorable. It was definitely not the first time Phil had thought to describe Dan with that word. Dan had been described by Phil many times with words like adorable, usually in his head, but sometimes out loud while speaking to him. However, despite their closeness, they weren't together. Dating.

They never had been, either, unlike many people expected. They were very close when they first met, but not together. Because they didn't have many fans back in 2009, they often made sexual jokes and implications about romance, but as their fanbase grew Dan put a stop to it.

Now, in the present, while they were on tour, Dan and Phil were becoming close again, closer than ever before. Phil enjoyed this, definitely, but didn't push it. He thought if he pushed it, Dan might shut down again.

Phil glanced down at Dan, who was still asleep. He knew he couldn't leave him here, but he also didn't want to wake him up. He also knew that he would wake up with a crook in his neck.

"Hey... Dan?" Phil started calling his name softly. "Dan?"

Dan shifted, pushing more of his body against Phil's. Adorable, Phil thought again.

Phil exhaled softly, a part of him wanting to just fall asleep on the couch here. With Dan. He thought he couldn't do that though; the sofa was too small, and they'd be rather uncomfortable.

"Dan," he said louder this time, loud enough for Dan to wake and look up at Phil with tired eyes. For a moment Phil felt regretful.

Dan sat up, using his arms to push himself up and away from Phil.

"Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

"Don't be," Phil responded, another one of his soft smiles displayed on his face. They stared at each other for a moment, trying to detect any sort of tension in each other's faces. There wasn't any.

"You're comfy," says Dan, leaning back on Phil and closing his eyes.

Phil is a bit surprised at this comment. "Oh," he says. Then, "Thank you."

Dan and Phil sat like this for a few minutes. Dan, leaning on Phil's shoulder and Dan staring down at him in awe. Dan rarely showed Phil physical affection like this, and when he did, it was very subtle. Phil wanted to savor this moment, and he did for a few minutes.

"You know, you're going to get neck pain from sleeping like that," Phil said to Dan.

"Mm," Dan hummed, sitting back up and wandering to his bed. Phil stayed seated and watched him. Dan didn't seem to care as Phil watched him pull his shirt and skinny jeans off, leaving just his boxers and socks on. The rest of his skin was left exposed. Dan glanced over to Phil, who then turned his gaze to the floor. He scratched his scalp, feeling a bit awkward for watching Dan undress.