Welcome Home (Phan)

Ten

A/N: It's been a while, hey? Sorry about that. I've been...busy. Anywhooooo, Dan rebranded. That was cool. Phil discovered he doesn't have ASMR. Did that make anybody else uncomfortable?

Dan's POV

"Dan?" His voice rang in my ears. It left me wanting more, as though it was a highly addictive drug that I could never give up. I guess it was just that.

"Yes, you spork." I couldn't help but laugh. It felt odd, laughter. Being surrounded by such destruction and talking to strangers daily takes something out of you. It was nice though, having a little spark of happiness burn, despite how small it may be.

"Sorry I just...I wasn't really expecting to hear you? I..." He trailed off. More like he was cut off by what sounded like a choking (*wink*) sob. I never really thought about how Phil would be handling this, if he's handling it.

"Phil...hey. It's okay. I'm okay. I'm alive. So are you. I'm proud of you, okay? You're doing so well, believe me. Just...I'll be home soon." As the last few syllables left my lips, he gave up holding back. A sputtering mess of words mixed with wails laced with desperation. 

"I...D-dan, I, no, can't...I...m-miss y-y-you too m-much." 

"Shh, Lion. I miss you too but just hold on a little longer okay? Can you do that...f-for me?" I hoped he wouldn't hear the wavering of my voice.

"O-okay," he inhaled deeply, "for you." The smallest of smiles found it's way onto my lips. 

"Hey, I have to go but I'll call you this time next week." 

"Next week?! Dan-"

Trying not to sound cold, I replied, "Phil, I don't have a choice. It's either then or never." 

"Okay...sorry." His voice softened.

"No need to apologise, I really have to go. I...Phil, I love you."

"I love you too, stay alive."

"You too."

With that, I hung up the phone. I tried to grasp on to the memory of his voice and words. I knew they'd give me a little more strength and hope than what I had now. 

"Let's get this done." I didn't really know whether I meant today or the next six months.