Every Friday - Phan

"Every single time you look at me you look like you want to say something, but then you bite your tongue. It's like you're upset with me or something. Just say what you need to so we can talk about it," Phil realizes he forgot to breath so after his spill, he sighs. It's halfway because he's relieved as well. "Dan, I love you. It's not something we can't get through."

"No, you don't get it," Dan's brown curls bounce as he shakes his head. "I'm not upset with you."

Phil laughs; he can't decide if he's glad or annoyed, "We've known each other for more than eight years, Dan. Hell, we've been together for just as long. I don't get what could-"

"Christmas," Dan blurts it out with the kind of haste that seems last minute, then silence follows. The moment between them is like waking up from a deep sleep and forgetting where you are. Phil can barely remember. All he can think about is that he's finally getting somewhere. It's a step closer to going back to normal all the time.