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"Stop denying it," Phil said, his legs sprawled out on Dan's lap as the two sit on the couch. Dan was scrolling on his phone while Phil played with his hair. "You're a cinnamon roll."
"No, I'm not!" Dan protested as he swatted away Phil's hand from his hair. "If anything, I'm a sinnamon roll. Or at least a problematic fave."
"Nu-uh, not true at all. You know how everyone calls you a squish." Phil said, not being able to resist the urge to pinch Dan's cheeks. "There's a reason for that. You're a squish, sweet cinnamon roll."
"Stoppppp..." Dan whines, leaning into Phil's touch.
"Whiny baby, too," Phil said, chuckling as he continues to touch Dan's cheeks.
Dan buries his face in Phil's shoulder. Phil wraps his arms around Dan's torso, feeling Dan's body warmth engulf him. He outwardly sighed and let himself melt into Dan's tight hug.
