[No] Homo

Epilogue

"Hmmm, go fish." Dan mumbled, Phil asking for a card he didn't have. Phil shuffled through the cards in front of the two and he picked one up.

"Fine, got any—"

"Lunch, Mr. Howell, c'mon." said a guard, interrupting them. Dan scoffed, putting down his cards face down so Phil wouldn't see them.

"Let's go, Phil!" Dan grabbed his hand, dragging him along to inside the building.

"Baby, slow down." Phil said as he tried to keep up with Dan. Dan didn't listen and he kept his pace over to the lunch line, the other prison inmates grabbing their lunch as well.

"Phil!" Dan hurried him over to the line and Phil squeezed in behind him.

"Who the fuck are you talking to, Howell?" Derek asking him and Dan turned a bright pink.

"Just Phil," Dan said, motioning to Phil. Phil gave a small smile, waving. "We're just trying to 'ave lunch, Derek." Dan said, grabbing a tray.

"Oi, piss off. You're so fucking weird," Derek mumbled as he walked past the two. He bumped into Dan on purpose, making him stumble backwards a bit.

"Twat," Dan muttered, just under his breath. Derek thankfully didn't hear him as he walked away from the line. Phil put a hand on Dan's shoulder, giving him a comforting squeeze.

Dan grabbed his lunch, Phil didn't get anything, per usual. But Dan wasn't worried, because Phil told him he had a hole in his stomach so it didn't really matter if he ate or not.

Dan didn't question this, he trusted Phil with all his heart, he wouldn't lie to him.

They made their way back outside to the table where their game was set up on the plastic tables. Dan set his lunch down beside the cards and Phil sat down.

"How about we push the cards away for now and you can eat? Then, we'll finish after you're done." Phil said, and Dan nodded, agreeing.

"S'alright to me," Dan said as he moved the playing cards aside and pulled the tray closer to him. He started to eat happily, munching on crisps, feeling the breeze flow through his hair.

"I love summer," Dan commented, chewing quietly. Phil nodded, agreeing.

It was silent for a while and Dan was in deep thought. He zoned out the other inmates, shutting his eyes and reached into his brain for memories he could remember.

Anything, he thought.

He pictured Phil's face, his sunshine smile, and the way he stuck his tongue out when he laughed. Dan smiled to himself.

The longer he sat there, the more images he created in his head, and the more he remembered.

The image of him and Phil jumping into the lake at the unknown location popped into his brain, and as he hit the water it was almost as if he could feel the wetness surrounding him as he sat there in the plastic chair.

"Great," mumbled Phil, "we're gonna have to dry these clothes now, aren't we?" he laughed. Dan nodded, sweeping his moppy hair from his eyes.

"Yeah, but it'll be nice because we can just like have some sex whilst they dry in the wind. 'Cause you don't need clothes for sex," Dan pointed out and Phil laughed, his head thrown back and tongue out.

"Does someone have needs?" Phil raised his eyebrows in question and Dan splashed water onto him.

"You dope," Dan teased, rolling his eyes with a smile.