A Dan-Fic

There was a loud clatter.

And I woke up suddenly. He's walked into that fucking glass door again.

I waited for Dan to come back to bed, I didn't like falling asleep without him beside me. I'm such a worrier. I always have been.

About ten minutes later Dan came back from the kitchen and lay on the bed next to me. We were both staring at the black ceiling, he knew I was awake, I knew he knew. "Brett" he said. I turned to look at the profile of his face. It looked fabulous, his face looked fabulous. Even in the dark.

"Yes Dan." I replied now looking at the ceiling again.

"What do you think happens when we die?" He said. God-damn it Dan, it's 2am. We are not going there now. "Do you think everything just ends?"

Serious? "I hope not. When I die I just want everything to go on as normal, so I can watch over the people I love, I'd like that." Dan puts his arm around my shoulders and I rest my head on his body. He's not wearing a shirt, I'm glad; I like it better when you can feel the warmth radiating of his chest.

"Me too, sorry for waking you, baby." He kissed me on the forehead. "Night, Brett."

"Night, Dan" It was easy to sleep now, he was back.