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"i want more," dan sounded slightly tipsy as phil tried screwing the cork back on the half empty wine bottle, and phil just raised his eyebrows in question at him.

"are you sure?" phil looked at him skeptically, and dan just groaned, snatching the bottle from phil's hands, almost tipping it over to the floor in the process.

"of course i'm sure! i can handle my alcohol," dan waved his hand dismissively and phil just giggled slightly at dan's high pitched voice. he clearly had one too many drinks.

"babe, you've had like four glasses and you have work tomorrow," phil tried knocking some sense into him, but dan was acting reckless, contemplating whether to pour the wine into the glass or straight away press the mouth of the bottle to his lips.

"screw work! who cares?" dan snorted, pressing his lips to the bottle and chugging down the wine in big gulps, almost coughing with the intensity but stopping so he doesn't embarrass himself.

"you're going to have a hangover in the morning," phil rolled his eyes, shoving a forkful of pasta in his mouth as he fondly watched dan, the younger boy settling the bottle down harshly and grabbing his fork, aimlessly poking a few times before finally managing to put some pasta in his mouth.

"i am a wonderful cook,"dan gave himself an applause, and phil almost wanted to record how stupid and childish dan was acting. this was probably his favourite dan ; giggly and carefree and happy.

"yes you are darling," phil agreed, grabbing the bottle himself to drink out of it, flinching slightly at the sour taste. eventhough he'd had a couple glasses himself, the taste just didn't appeal to him at all.

"this wine is disgusting, how did you drink half of it?" phil scrunched his nose in displeasure, almost bursting out into laughter at the offended look on dan's face.

"excuse me mister philip!" dan pushed himself off the chair, trying too hard not to stumble as he walked over to the other side of the table and right in front of phil, the blue eyed boy just staring up at him with an amused expression.

"i am not exactly the princess of persia, i can't afford expensive wines from editing fucking manuscripts, so please do not insult my cheap wine choice," dan slurred, waving his finger in phil's face to add more volume to his statement and phil just giggled, enjoying the light humour in the atmosphere.

he just dragged his chair back slightly to pull dan into his lap, wrapping his arm around his waist once dan's hands gripped his shoulders.

"yes, but you are my princess baby," phil whispered, trying to be somewhat sultry as he pulled dan closer, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear.

"yeah," dan nodded in agreement, a stupid grin plastered on his face, not having the effect phil expected him to have, but phil wasn't complaining. dan's hair was ruffled, some of it hanging over his forehead in short curls and some of it pushed back, dimples popping in both cheeks.

phil couldn't help but stare at him adoringly.

this was so much better.

he wasn't sure how the limited words that left dan's lips were able to make him forget about every uneaten dinner and every ignored call but it did. everything wasn't particularly great and this didn't solve all the problems they had, but it was so much better than what they had during the past year.

right now, they were honest, raw truth was the only thing that left their lips, feelings unmasked and laying on the table, open for either of them to view.

dan had said everything that phil wanted to hear, everything that made the doubt in his mind flush and the paranoia in his chest to stop gnawing at his skin. he wasn't feeling insecure anymore, or maybe that was just the few glasses of wine, but he wasn't really complaining.