"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.
"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.
