"Phil, come and watch this with me! It's the season two finale!" Dan shouted to Phil, who, as usual was stealing some of Dan's cereal from the kitchen.

"In a minute!" Phil tried to hide the sound of half-way chewed cereal in his mouth.

"Hurry up, it's getting really good! There's five minutes left in the episode!" Dan was clutching one of the pillows on their couch.

"All right!" Phil frowned at his cereal and left it. He hated soggy cereal, but it would spare him Dan's scolding. He walked into the lounge and sat next to Dan.

"What's--" Phil began, only to be stopped by Dan launching a hand into his chest.

"Shh!"

Dan's eyes grew larger as Sherlock looked down to John, all the while on the phone with him.

Phil watched Dan, barely noticing the scene playing out upon their screen.

Dan brought a hand up to cover his mouth and let out a gasp. Something about the words "Keep your eyes fixed on me... Please, will you do this for me?"

Phil subconsciously moved closer to Dan, placing a hand on his shoulder. Phil moved his hand and traced the small raises of his spine along his back.

Dan shivered, but he couldn't tell if it was from the show or if it was from Phil. He always did small things like this to make Dan feel... well... weird...

"Are you all right?" Phil asked just after the episode ended.

Dan turned to look at him, an unfamiliar, pronounced sadness in his eyes.

"Dan..." Phil didn't know what to say.

"I'm... I'm all right... it's just that I started thinking, uh, what if you'd... died..." Dan muttered, not wanting to embarrass himself.

"But I won't. I doubt that I'll find myself on a rooftop with a consulting criminal forcing me to jump." Phil tried to smile.

"It's not just that. What if you died, Phil? You could fall down the stairs of the flat or get held up in a heist or put rancid milk in your tea."

"I don't like milk in my tea. And I promise I'll be careful on the stairs and I won't die in a heist."

"Phil, if you died tomorrow--"

"Which I won't," Phil interjected.

"What you wouldn't know would kill me." Dan bit his lip

"And what's that?"

"I," Dan knitted his brow and bit his lip," love you."

"Dan, I think that you should get some sleep. It's nearly four."

"Phil, I'm serious. I love you. I've loved you for so long and I didn't know how to tell you, but if I never got the chance to, that would kill me."

"Dan..."

"I've embarrassed myself, haven't I? There goes Dan again, screwing up every possible friendship that he could ever have. It's only to be expec--"

"Stop it! Don't talk about yourself like that!" Phil cupped Dan's cheek in his hand, "I love you too."

"Phil--"

"Don't tell me that I'm wrong because I'm not," Phil said as Dan put a hand to his head. "I love you too. The friendship that we've had... I was afraid of losing it."

"Had?"

"Dan. Something that you said was right. I don't think that we should be friends anymore."

Dan peered up at Phil, a few tears making their way through his thick eyelashes. He wasn't breathing and was barely able to maintain eye contact.

"We could be something more, if you'd like." Phil wiped his eyes and touched his forehead to Dan's.

"Like what?" Dan's voice wavered. All of his dreams and every one of his fantasies was about to come true. He finally could have the life that he's wanted with the man that he's so hopelessly fallen in love with.

Phil tilted his head and pressed his soft lips to Dan's. Dan pulled back, searching for the slightest hesitancy behind Phil's blue eyes, before deepening the kiss.

"How does that sound?" Phil asked as they broke the kiss to breathe.

"I like it." Dan smiled and took a deep breath before Phil got a horribly determined look in his eyes and slowly leaned Dan back.