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Chapter Ninety

When Phil and I get back, Dan is already done filming and lays in a pile of trash on his/our bed.

Part of that trash are crumbs, paper and him.

I normally wouldn't flip at that, but since I am not having a great day, I kind of do.

"Wow Dan. All you do is stay at home all day and you can't even manage to get up to throw the trash in the bin that is two meters away from you. You know how much I hate crumbs in the bed. I literally put fresh bedsheets on yesterday."

He looks up from his phone and without breaking eye contact, he takes some of the crumbs and throws them on my side of the bed.

"I am not joking right now. Can you pick your shit up and be grateful I clean your bed because you aren't able to do so?", I say.

He smiles: "You're cute when you're mad."

I turn around and stomp to the door but get stopped by him before reaching it: "Hey, hey, hey. I am just kidding. Obviously I appreciate you.", he says and tries to kiss me, but I turn away: "Oh come on.", he groans.

"Oh come on.", I mock him, "you're annoying me right now and are treating me like a little girl.", I say and finally get out.

I spend the evening with Phil, watching a show while Dan is in his room.
I am not particularly mad at him, just a bit pissed off which I have to be sometimes since he can really get on my nerves.

I hate fighting with Dan because he can be a sensitive little soul but sometimes I have to make him see the consequences for his behaviour.

Living with Dan and Phil is like living with a toddler and a ray of sunshine and I wonder each day why I am in love with the whiny little bitch. But that's part of why I love him I guess.

In the middle of the night I go back to our room, knowing he is still awake at 4 am.

"Ok I am sorry, you happy?", I ask expecting to see Dan on his laptop.
And he is, but rather than awake, I see him sleeping with the light of the laptop drawing light to his tear stained, grey shirt. A sentisive little soul.

I take his laptop from his chest and put it to the side before crawling onto him and kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry.", I whisper.

He wakes up and rubs his eyes: "What's going on?"

"I just said I am sorry."

"Oh. Don't be."

I point to his shirt: "Why is this wet then?"

"Shit. Um- I, like, didn't cry because of you but because the way I treated you and I am sorry, this is so embarrassing."

"What you did wasn't even that bad, I just overreacted because I had a bad day. And you shouldn't feel embarrassed at all, silly", I kiss him, "you're adorable."

"No it was bad. You don't deserve to be treated like that."

"Dan. I am not perfect. It's my fault. Not always yours. Plus you didn't even do anything heartbreaking, love. It's f i n e."

"You're perfect to me though.", he says and puts my face in his hands before gently guiding it towards him and kissing me softly.