Little Wonder (Phan)

Chapter Twenty.

Hours have passed since I called him, and I began to wonder if he was even gonna show up, maybe he got cold feet, I'd understand that more than anybody. But I was growing anxious, afraid that he'd managed to somehow trip up and seriously injure himself, something I frequently worried about on a daily basis. Checking my phone every few minutes or so, I took to pacing in the living room, chewing on my bottom lip so hard that I knew I tasted blood. I couldn't help it, I didn't think about what I was doing when I was worried about Phil.

My pacing came to a halt upon hearing the familiar jingle jangle of our front door's knob, we had to fix that someday. Unable to breath properly, I fiddled with my fingers. I'd be soon long since it'd just been /us/, no one else to disturb us. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, not that I was complaining. I didn't know had unprepared I was for this moment until now. I thought I'd be able to hold it all in, but the tears began to blind my vision.

"Dan?" It was a whisper, cautious and afraid, unsure and hesitant. I heard the door close, even lock, at least he remembered this time. Trying to slow my breathing, I began to wonder what was taking him so long, and then it happened. He walked around the corner and we both froze were we where. As if though we were complete strangers, and he'd just snuck into my house. "D-Dan?" He was a 30 year old man, and he was blubbering like a baby. I felt arms snake around me, holding me close, and all I did was let it happen, frozen in time. "I-I missed you, a lot." His words were whispered sweetly in my ear, and I suddenly felt myself melt into him, molding together with him like we hadn't done in months, wrapping my own arms around his slender figure, gripping like a child refusing to let go of his mother.

He pulled back a little bit, looking directly into my eyes, and those ocean eyes were once again focused on me, and only me. "Phil." I whispered back, staring at him like that was the only thing I could do, as in, I thought he would only vanish if I tried to reach out for him. He hadn't been here for months, I'd been more lonely and depressed than I'd ever been in my entire life, and suddenly here he was in front of me. Lifting my hand slowly, I gently placed it over his heart, leaving it there, his own hand overlapping mine, a sappy smile on his lips.

"It's me, it's really me, Dan." Those ocean eyes were practically alive with the amount of love he was looking at me with, as if though the mere sight of me was enough. "I'm home." The realisation hit me like a semi-truck, he was actually here, and he wasn't going anywhere. As far as he was concerned, anyway. He rested his forehead against mine, and grinned like a child who had just been awarded sweets. "And I am /never/ leaving you again, got it?" Leaning forward, he pressed our lips together, and all doubts immediately left my mind. I pressed back into it with force, I'd missed the feeling it gave me. It was like my missing piece was finally found, and we would be together forever. He was my missing piece.

He continued to hold me, until I realised that this couldn't be it. We couldn't just have a cheesy romantic moment and then forget anything previous had ever happened, that's not the way I was going to let things go. "Phil." Pushing him away, my heart shattering just a little more at the expression of rejection on his face, I shook my head. "Sit with me." Leading him over to the couch, I sat him down, holding his hands. I didn't plan on letting him go. "You have no idea how happy I am that you are here, I. .. But, we cannot let this be it. We need to talk about what happened, talk it out, if we're ever gonna be anywhere closer to were we used to be before all of this started." Squeezing his hands, I smiled softly up at ihm.

"Y-Yeah, of course! That makes sense, were do you want to start?" It was going to be a lot easier, and faster, as long as he was this cooperative the entire time.

"Well, let's go over some key things. You're ring, Phil. Where is your ring?" And there was the terror struck expression that I'd been expecting to follow that question, and he tried to hide his left hand, but I had a pretty tight grip on it. "Philip, where is your ring?" The terror was replaced with guilt, and he hung his head, almost like a puppy that'd been scolded.