As class ends, Dan fiddles with his bag buckle so as to not have to turn around. Phil idles behind, ignoring Salem's eye and pretending to be looking for a paper. Dan finally turns around when they're the only two left in the class. He almost makes it out until Phil slips in between the door and himself, grabbing onto Dan's sweater in the process.
"Get off me." Dan won't look at him.
"No- We need to talk-"
"I don't need a hero, Lester."
Dan shoves him into the doorframe, losing his grip and starting down the hall. Phil can only look on, stunned.
But Dan turns to the corner, rounds, and Phil can see tears on his face as he paces back to the door, his steps ringing on the linoleum.
"I can't believe I ever thought I had a chance with you." Dan's face is inches away from his and it's taking everything out of him from running. Most of the hall is empty except for some students still mingling and Dan shakes his head in disbelief. There's a sick laugh in his throat, along with what Phil thinks is a tear on his cheek.
"You fucking closet case."
Phil can feel his stomach drop. He can only watch Dan disappear again, and its whisper does more damage than a scream.
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my freudian slip - phan
Fanfictiondan howell is a mess, but so is phil lester. and for some reason- that sort of brings them together. or, the one where dan is a prostitute and phil doesn't want to come out of the closet. school au
