"What do you think?" Phil says. Dan looks up at the pale
boy, confusion knitting his eyebrows together.
"What do I think about what?" Phil's looking at the
ground, now, and Dan thinks he can see embarrassment and redness
falling across his face. Dan walks over to the other side of the
kitchen where Phil is standing and puts a finger under his chin,
lifting it up slightly so that Phil's eyes meet his own.
Sometimes Dan swears that Phil's eyes are the sky. But surely
they're more clear. And definetly the only thing that can relax
Dan.
"You're sad." It's a statement, and even though
Dan wants to agree with it more than anything, wants to tell Phil
that he's been dying to just... hold him, he keeps quiet. As
always.
"Mm." Dan says, and without glancing at the blue-eyed
boy, because he knows it will cause him more pain, he goes to his
room and shuts the door, leaving Phil alone in the kitchen.