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13.

-dan-

i walked up to the door of my home. trembling, i hesitatingly knocked the door. i heard mumbling before the door opened. "dan!" it was my mom. i walked into the door, and she burst into tears. she mumbled incoherently, and i nodded, playing along. looking past her, i saw adrian. i stood up, not breaking eye-contact with him.

"adrian," i said. my throat was dry and scratchy, and it didn't come out how i wanted it to. i sounded more like "aid ria"

"dan." adrian stared at me.

"i'm so sorry," i started, "for being such a bad brother. i never realized how much i've been absent from your life, and now on, i want to be more present." i smiled, hoping to make the tension ease.

"it's not up to me. it's up to you to decide whether or not you'll be there." adrian walked upstairs without another word.

he was kind of being a douche. i try to apologize, and he responds with that? like he doesn't even say "thank you for apologizing" or "im sorry too that i've been a bitch"?

i rub my temples and close my eyes. as i open them, my mom is standing in front of me.

"dan, honey, do you remember phil?"

"y-yes, i do."

"he's here." she smiled.

"great. where?" i looked past her, up and down, left and right. phil was no where in sight.

"he's in the kitchen. i'll, uh, grab him." she turned around and went into the kitchen. i sat down on the couch in our living room when i quickly turned around to see my mother's hands on phil's shoulders.

"dan, phil." i nodded. "phil, dan." phil nodded.

"we've met before," phil spoke up.

"right, right." my mom nodded and left, leaving phil and i alone.

i readjusted myself so i was laying on the couch as phil sat on the chair next to me.

phil was speaking incoherently to me as i fell asleep.