Bring Me Home // Phan

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Phil's POV

I knew Dan needed space.

I knew him well enough now to know how he acted when he was going to cut himself.

Kind of closed off, slightly angry. He always seemed desperate and fed up. Wanting something to compensate for the emptiness he felt inside.

But today, he was sad. And distracted.

I had seen him, lost in his thoughts. And then when I held his hands his eyes were so full of sadness. The glistening tear that perched on his eyelashes.

I wanted to hug him but he'd seemed so distant. I didn't know if I could reach him.

He needed space.

I gave it three hours before I carefully opened his bedroom door, peering into the dark.

He lay in his bed, breathing steadily.

My feet padded softly over to his bed and carefully climbed in next to him.

As I pulled the duvet over myself, Dan yawned and turned to face me, eyes still closed.

I thought he was asleep, but then he whispered into my chest.

"Thank you, Phil."

"It's okay. Go back to sleep."

I pulled his body into a hug next to me, and he let out a contented sigh as he snuggled into me.

And I joined him in sleep, closing my eyes and letting sleep overtake me. The heat of Dan's body keeping me warm and the thought of him set my lips into a smile.

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