"phil," dan groaned loudly, "you're supposed to cuddle me!"
"you're so fucking loud, let me sleep," phil sleepily said. he swatted dan's hand away that had moved to his stomach try to pull him closer.
"why are you so mean? you fucked me at least ten minutes ago." dan lightly dragged his fingertips across phil's exposed back, moving in random patterns before trailing down his arm to grab his hand.
"fine," phil turned over and swiftly hugged dan to his chest, "but i don't want to hear any complaints about hot, sweaty, or sticky."
"i would never," dan replied. phil giggled, the sound literal music to dan's ears. he's heard it a million times before but every time he heard it felt like the first time, like they were falling in love over and over again.
"have i ever told you that i'm so hopelessly in love with you?"
"i think so, but i'd like to hear it again."
"i'm in love with you."
"i slightly like you only a little bit as well."
"shut up and say it back. you're the one who was screaming about not being held."
"i'm undeniably in love with you and everything about you."
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