Phil slipped into the apartment late that evening. He loved Christmas more than anything. On the other end though he hated going Christmas shopping in the cold and wet snow.
This year was no different. Phil had went out shopping with Dan last month before London was covered with a layer of "winter wonder land." And the night before Christmas, he always managed to suddenly remember about the two or three people he forgot gifts for. So he bundled up in his warmest coat, snuggest hat, hugest scarf and made the long journey from the front door to the mall.
When Phil entered the apartment that night, his hat and scarf were soaked with snow. His toes were freezing in his boots, which had failed the water resistant test many of times. He carefully took his hat and scarf off hanging them up to dry on the coat rack, small drops off water had already started a puddle on the floor causing a groan from Phil. He kicked his boots off and took off his wet socks. The many reasons Phil hated the snow. He began to gather his wet clothing. The dripping hat, scarf and socks could all dry up in the shower. All Phil wanted right now was to curl up into bed and sleep. That was not going to happen with Dan awake though.
Dan patiently waited on the couch. Dan loved Christmas. He loved it so much in fact that he usually pulled an all-nighter just to see Santa who never came mostly because Dan was 25 but the thought was enough for Dan. He always bought presents for his friends even if they weren't that close and wrapped them to perfection. He was always sincere with them as well. This meant that he would take his time picking out presents and had a very eccentric method for choosing.
This year was no different. Dan had dragged Phil out shopping months ago. Picking out all kinds of things for all kinds of people. Wrapping them and writing all kinds of special cards. Never failing to miss a person. So as Phil left to buy some more gifts, Dan decorated the house.
When Phil began to trudge to the bathroom, Dan hoped up from his crease and hugged his best friend. Pulling away after noticing the wet clothes.
"Phil how did you manage to get all wet?" Dan asked crossing his arms in a quite sassy way
"It's a long story and I don't feel like telling it." Phil says pushing past Dan and throwing his wet things into the tub to dry. Dan frowns following swiftly behind his friend.
"But you'll at least drink some eggnog with me right? Just like last year?" He asked as Phil takes his coat off and begins to walk back to the coat rack
"Maybe tomorrow Dan. I just wanna wrap these presents and go to bed." Phil placed his coat on the rack as Dan watched helplessly.
"H-have you lost the Christmas spirit Phil?!" He cries and flings himself into his friend (not husband autocorrect but thank you for shipping them) dramatically. "Oh Phil now the three ghosts of Christmas are gonna come."
"Dan it's okay." Phil rubs the over dramatic boy's back and then it happens.
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ACHOO
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Dan pulls away from the hug as Phil sneezes and frowns. It all comes together slowly.
"Awe Philly you got a cold." He says "let me take you to bed." He drags Phil into his bedroom. The blue and green devout looks inviting and Phil wants nothing more than to curl up and sleep.
"Stay, don't move." Dan orders. He leaves the room and comes in with his fuzziest onesie handing it to Phil. Sometimes they didn't need to talk to know what the other one wanted and Phil knew Dan wanted him to wear this. As Phil changed Dan ran off to make a warm cup of hot chocolate for his friend. When he arrived back into the room Phil was already tucked deep into his covers asleep. Dan smiled gently setting the hot chocolate on the bed side table.
"Poor chilly philly." Dan says "I hope you feel better soon."
