The Sun On My Chest (dan x phil)

Alone In the Universe

  They sat holding hands for a while. Just soaking up the moment. Being content with the things life had gave them. Then with Dan's free hand he touched Phil's arm. The arm that was being used to hold his hand. Touching the markings. Softly going over the lines. The dull grey colors made him sad. To think that he had really got so low for the markings to all change. Sorry to Phil, the bright, colorful man, for making his appearance so drastically different from that. Wondering what Phil had thought and felt in those times. If he was confused as to what they meant? If Phil felt sorry for him?
Was that why Dan was there? Because Phil felt sorry for him? Was all of this just some act of pity or some act of responsibility that he felt he had to do?
Of course that wasn't true. Yes, Phil felt sorry. Sorry that he wasn't there for Dan sooner. Sorry that all he could do was talk through the internet for so long. And that Dan was the one that had to travel, not him. And yes he felt he had some responsibility to talk to Dan, to get him there with him, touching hands. Because they are soulmates for Christ sake! They have to be together. But it was also more than that. Phil wanted to be with Dan. Actually enjoyed his company. Didn't see him as him saving Dan. But as them saving each other. And he thought that maybe, if the markings weren't real. Never appeared. That he would still like Dan. That somehow they would still find each other. Somehow. And that they would know it was meant to be even without evidence scattered across their bodies.
Dan continued to trace the greyness. Moving up slowly to each new patch of art. Getting entranced in the images. Entranced in the touch of Phil's pale skin. Loving every second of this innocent moment. Trying to memorize everything. The way Phil's skin felt. The way being so close made him feel. The smells. The butterflies. The happiness. Wanting to keep it so he can replay it over and over when he got home. Not wanting to forget even a single detail.
Phil watched Dan explore his arm. Watched as Dan was so focused. Like his arm was the most beautiful thing he had seen. Perhaps, being all the things that represented Dan, it was the most beautiful thing he had. The markings on him were possibly one of the most beautiful things in life to Phil as well. They were grey. But they were beautiful nonetheless.
Dan was touching him so softly it was calming. Made Phil feel at home. Not in his house. But a small sphere that encompassed only them. Like they were the only thing that mattered to the universe. Like for a moment they were alone with just the others touch.