DEADROSES | PHAN

-ˏˋ thirty three ˎˊ-

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phil helped him all the way back to the flat.

at about the halfway point, the pain lessened, and dan knew that whatever had been happening had stopped. he told phil, but he still needed help for the lingering pain that felt like it resided in his bones.

by the time they got back, phil was fuming.

whoever had been there was gone, and as they had already figured out, the garden was destroyed. leaves and petals were scattered about, the flowers seemingly pulled up by their roots. but the rest of the apartment was ruined as well.

chairs were tipped over, the couch cushions had been taken out, drapes were ripped.

phil went around immediately, assessing the damage. dan sat on the torn apart couch, attempting to catch his breath.

"god damn it!" phil shouted from another room.

dan said nothing.

phil stormed back to the living room, huffing and tugging at his hair, clearly upset.

"they took my paintings."

dan said nothing. he just let his head fall into his hands, letting out a soft sob.

phil sat next to him, winding an arm around him, pulling him close.

"hey, it's okay," he muttered, kissing dan's head and resting his mouth against his curly hair. "it's okay, we'll clean it up. we can start the garden over, it'll be fine."

dan sniffed, shaking his head.

"it's not that."

"then what is it?" he tipped dan's head back with two fingers under his chin, making him look at him.

dan blinked, searching his eyes, biting his chapped lips. "i... i don't know... why does he hate me so much?"

phil looked confused. "what?"

"why does he hate me?" dan repeated, turning away. "i mean, he kicked me out. why is he so focused on ruining my life when i did nothing wrong?"

phil shook his head, staring into space, his brow furrowed.

"i don't know. he's an asshole, maybe?"

"yes, but..." dan pressed his lips together. "he's got to be being an asshole for a reason."

"not necessarily." phil pulled him closer, pressing his lips to dan's temple. "it's okay, yeah? it doesn't matter. we'll fix this."

dan nodded, even though he wasn't exactly content. he still felt weird. he felt uneasy. and phil didn't get it.

what game was jarvis playing?

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by the time they had finished most of the cleanup, it was getting dark. phil flopped onto the couch, sighing and stretching his arms out.