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Phil stayed there in Dan's lap, crying for what seemed like hours but was just minutes.
Soon the crying turned to sniffles and eventually stopped, but he kept his face hidden in the other's chest.
Their pancakes went cold and the music was still playing loudly from downstairs.
"Fiona? Can you tell me what's wrong?" Dan broke the silence between the two, his eyes were laced with worry.
"N-Nothing..."
"But-"
"I'm /fine/, Daniel." He snapped which silenced Dan immediately.
He wasn't fine.
He was jealous of Dan and his perfection.
Jealous he had what he could never have.
He pushed himself off of Dan's lap and pulled on a shirt, "I-I'm going on a walk. I'll be back soon..."
"O-Okay..." Dan's voice was weak which filled Phil with guilt, "H-Hey, does your mum know where you are? She might get worried, you should talk to he-" He's not even looking at Phil.
"N-No! I-um...." he bit his lip before tugging on a beanie, "I-I'll be back.. don't worry."
With one last nod from Dan, Phil was out. He had a sweater he borrowed and his old converse. The bandages making his chest flat.
He looked like a boy.
But he didn't feel like one.

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