Trigger Warning: A Phanfic

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Dan
Dan's POV-
I was sitting at the computer, setting up for my weekly live show. I'm fine. The words kept flashing back to conversation with Phil. I couldn't get over that he had looked me straight into the eyes, he had confidently told me that he was alright but something just didn't seem right.

I was distracted by own thoughts, completely forgetting that I had a live audience staring at me on my webcam. I was snapped back into reality when the computer started making noises of people commenting in the chat of the liveshow.

"Oh, hi guys!" I said, laughing as I saw some of the comments implying that I was about to attempt a jump scare on the people watching. After cracking a few jokes my mind started to drift back to Phil. There had to be something going on.

Phil just didn't seem to be Phil.

I looked back at the chat log, answering questions and talking about the new apartment, telling a few stories and talking about a few things that happened during my week. I tried to keep Phil in the back of my mind but it was next to impossible. Everyone was either asking where he was or what he was doing.

"LetPhan_BeReal asked 'Can Phil join you?'. Let's see where that motherfucker is, shall we?" I said. I began shouting for Phil to come downstairs. In a few seconds the sound of padding down the stairs became obvious and the empty space on the sofa was filled.

"Can you join me in my liveshow?" I asked Phil.

"Yeah, sure." He said, settling into his spot next to me.

"Everybody in the chat is saying 'Dan is sad. Cheer him up.'. Are you sad, Daniel?" Phil looked at me smiling.

"I-uh..no?" I said as I almost chuckled a bit.

Phil began reading comments, "Baily13Phanatic, 'is that Dan's sweater?'. Um, no actually. It does quite resemble something Danny Boy would wear though, doesn't it?" He adorably bit his lip and his cheeks turned a flushed rose color. I couldn't help but to admire his face for a moment. I had always felt something for Phil that I had never felt for anybody else. I wasn't sure what it was, if it was love or just a strong bond between the two of us. Whatever it was I always felt that Phil was my soulmate.

"Yeah, I'm probably going to steal that outta your closet later. All of y'all trash cans would love that, wouldn't ya?" I joked, poking at Phil's arms. His face seemed to twist in a slight bit of pain when I poked him. I tried to read his face, was he hurt? He flinched a bit before quickly getting up to say that he was going to get a drink and asking if I wanted anything from the kitchen. I politely declined and watched as he walked out of the lounge.
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