Phan Fluff

Bleh day

Dan was making breakfast in the kitchen, and he was waiting drearily for Phil to wake up. As soon as Phil emerged his bedroom wrapped up much like "wholesome Howell, Dan perked up dramatically at the realization that Phil looked dreadful.

"What happened to you, man?"
Phil deliriously chuckled and flopped sideways on the sofa, blanket wrapping further around.

"I am of the sickness!" Phil stuck out his hand aimed at the brunet. "Run while you still can."

"Heh yeah ok peace," said Howell, reaching for his coat and dramatically heading down the stairs.

A faint "don't leave me, Danny" could be heard from the bottom of the stairs. Dan turned and headed back up again.

"You know what, that was too much exercise for today." He said plopping down next to Phil.
"You about ready for those pancakes I made?"
Phil slid his legs over Dan's knees and leaned forward to place his hand gingerly on Dan's forehead. Dan's cheeks tinted slightly.

"You're burning up! No wonder your face is red."

Dan rolled his eyes, "thanks, Captain Obvious, but I don't think that's the entire—"
Dan broke off his sentence to cough, which was followed by a sneeze.

"You were saying, Dr. Howell?"

"I want pancakes, jerkface."

"Then let's eat pancakes."
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They had finished eating breakfast and were now playing rock, paper, scissors for the cleanup.

After the 4th tie Dan shouted, "TOMORROW!" followed by him flopping onto the couch on his back, gazing upside down at a grimacing Phil, who had dropped his blanket in order to cover his sensitive ears.

"Sorry, baby."
Phil turned slightly pink, and then sat down next to Dan on the couch, pulling out his stickerful laptop (which Dan argued was not a word). Howell, following Phil's earlier display of affection, slid his legs over Phil's.

Phil pulled up a script he was working on, and stared at it, allowing his mind the time it needed for a freak out organization.
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Inside Phil's mind:

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨
ALERT ALERT AAAAAH!!!!
Ok what do we know?
-he's kissed me twice in different circumstances
-called me baby several times
-he is just so frickity frackity snickity snackity cute I can't even deal and whaaaaaaaaaat is with his legs; he keeps moving them, and I did the same thing earlier, and he wasn't repulsed by me, and what the heck; oh my gosh.
🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨
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Dan was now sitting up, concerned at Phil's blank stare at the page long document outlining their next scripted video. Dan peered over his shoulder to read some of what they had written to see if inspiration struck him the way it had not Phil.

Phil came out of his mindful state with a jerk, almost knocking the laptop off, and certainly startling Dan, who had laid his head on Phil's shoulder.

"Sorry!"
"Yeesh Lester, violent much?" Dan said rubbing his jaw.
"I.. uh.."
Dan looked from his leg overlapping Phil's to Phil's flushed face, and then he felt Phil's forehead.

Dan shook his head and then got up to retrieve the thermometer. Perhaps they got something from Dezeray? The only symptoms seemed to be grogginess, a fever, a bit of coughing, and a sore throat. Well, he didn't know about Phil having a sore throat, but he was definitely regretting his outburst of "tomorrow" from earlier.

He grabbed the thermometer from the cabinet under the sink (under the sink 🦀 ), and stuck it in his mouth.

38.3° C

Well, it could be worse.

He rounded the corner of the living room and witnessed Phil curled in a blanket burrito with eyes closed.

"Open your mouth."
Phil complied lazily, eyes still closed.
Dan took his temperature, yielding a result of
38.8°C
"Aaand I'm carrying you to bed."

"Noooo." Phil protested quietly. "The last time you tried, you dropped me. Plus I like being in the sunshine."

"You need to sleep, and the sunshine is keeping you awake. Plus the last time I tried to pick you up was years ago! Not saying I've been working out, but with the exercise to manage my lack of happy brain chemicals, I think I'm good."

Phil mumbled something that sounded like
"You drop me, and I hide your switch for a week."

Dan looked concerned, but carried Phil without a problem.

Dan went to leave the room.
Phil suddenly exclaimed
"Hey! You're sick too!"
"Sort of."
"Have you got a fever?"
"Not as bad as you, babe"

Phil couldn't cope with the nicknames anymore. He decided to just. Sleep.

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Dan made his way to his own bedroom. He was having a bit of fun, watching Phil quietly implode every time he said "baby" or "babe" or anything. After kissing him twice, Dan decided that girls were really off the plate, and the only guy he really wanted was Lester. He had to do this with tact, though. Phil was rather like a easily frightened flightless bird.