dan ran to the door and threw it open even though he was only wearing pajama pants.

phil stood there with a stupid sheepish grin on his face as if he wasn't aware he had built dan's entire world from scratch, torn it down, and built it back up again. he was wearing a grey sweatshirt and a bouquet was clutched in his thin fingers, his other hand shoved in his pocket.

"hi," he breathed, his eyes searching over dan almost desperately. "i'm sorry i had to see you, i... i found your uncle's email and..."

dan ran at him, throwing himself at him and burying his face in phil's chest. phil laughed breathlessly and hugged him back, pulling him close.

"you're gonna kill me," dan mumbled, not realizing he was crying until his tears were soaking into phil's sweatshirt. phil laughed again, running his fingers through dan's hair.

"i told you you were coming down with me."