"because as you know all too well, my dear phil, i sometimes want you to just drop dead."
"ah, but you see, the feeling is mutual, howell."
|serialkiller!phil x depressed!dan|
|lowercase intended|
Dan admitts his love for Phil and Phil loves Dan back. But what will they do when one cold misty morning in London they start to get strange knocks at the door?
Phil comes home one day to find out that his best friend has cancer.
Triggers: cancer
Author note: I don't know much about cancer, so I'm sorry if I got some things wrong.
*text fic*
**mentions of depression, anxiety, suicide, and swearing**
Also the majority of this is text, so I'm not going to worry about spelling or grammar errors