Knife To The Heart

Dad...?

Phil-
"Dad?"
Wait that can't be right.... That's Dan's dad?
Dan-
This had to be a dream no way this was real. His own fucking 'dad' ,the one who kicked him out of his own home, was here looking for him.
He stood there for what seemed like forever just staring at the person who was supposed to care for him the most but instead caused him the most misery. "What are you doing here?" he asked the anger clear in his tone.

"Can't a dad come and see his son?"

D- "Son?!" he spat the word out like it was poison in his mouth.
"How dare you call me that! You lost the right to use that term the day you threw me out"

"Regardless of the past I'm still your family Dan whether you like it or not"

D- "Family?!" he didn't even bother trying to hide his anger as he spoke to his 'dad'. "Blood doesn't make you family, family are the people who care for you most and stick by you no matter what."

"You are not family"

With that Dan shut the door in his face and walked silently to the living room. Phil, who had been stood watching the whole thing, followed Dan into the living room. He found Dan on the couch curled in a ball. He instinctively sat beside him and wrapped his arms around Dan. Dan leaned back into Phil's embrace and felt safe in his arms. They stayed like that until they both fell asleep in eachothers arms.