STRAWBERRIES & CIGARETTES | PHAN

thirty four

dan had planned to keep his cool. he had planned to walk right past him in the hall, maybe flash him an apologetic smile, let him know he was sorry. jesus, anything to be forgiven.

but when he saw him through the crowd, a flash of his black jacket (dan's favorite clothing article of his, by the way), he lost it.

he walked quickly over to him and tugged on his sleeve, and when phil turned he nearly threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around him tightly and squeezing, his face buried in his chest.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, his voice muffled and slightly frayed from the effort of not breaking down in tears.

he felt phil tense for a moment, completely still and silent, before relaxing and sighing softly.

"it's okay," he mumbled, his voice stiff. he reached up to play with dan's hair.

dan didn't care who saw them right then. he didn't care what they thought, as long as he had phil. right then, at least, it was all that mattered.