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"I feel disgusting. I feel ill. I might die. Where the fuck is the Pepto-Bismol?!" Dan shouted from the bathroom after spitting toothpaste into the sink.
"Should be in the cabinet." Phil responded from the bedroom as he got undressed, "I'll need some too. And I can still taste the garlic after brushing. Ugh."
Dan found the bottle and poured some of the Pepto into the measuring cup, which he then tipped into his mouth and refilled to hand to Phil.
"Here you go you stinky baby. Literally." Dan laughed at himself.
"Shut up." Phil rolled his eyes with a smirk and then took the medicine. "Well, do you want me to sleep in my room tonight?"
"What? Noooo." Dan whined.
"You sure? We're smelly and both just need to pass out, I think. I'm definitely not in the mood for anything."
"Yeah, obviously not. But I wanna pass out next to you. I wanna lay with you." Dan kept up the whine as he clumsily pushed Phil toward the bed with his hand on Phil's bare chest 'til he nearly tripped over his own feet.
"All right, all right get into bed before you end up on the floor." Phil said, getting in on his side. "You're gonna have to make sure you're sleeping turned anyway from me though 'cause I think if we breath on each other we'll both shrivel and die." he giggled.
Dan joined Phil under the covers, and they settled in with their backs to each other. As they adjusted and readjusted to get comfortable, Dan bent his leg back to kick and then wiggle his toes against Phil's leg.
"Stop it! That tickles and your feet are freezing! Daniel!" Phil cried as Dan let out a couple of short loud laughs.
"What're you gonna do about it?" Dan asked.
"I can still go into the other room!" Phil warned.
Dan shrugged his shoulders and whined again, this time into his pillow.
"God I need to sleep. I feel like I need to be put in the bin." Dan said, pressing the side of his face into his pillow, hoping this would let Phil know he was done with any shenanigans. And it did.
"Mhm. But hey, at least we don't have to worry about vampires biting us in the night." Phil mused.
Phil then heard Dan giggling and felt the bed shake very slightly as Dan's shoulders shook.
"Oh Phil, 18 me was such a dumb bitch about a lot but he was smart enough to like you. I've always liked you... so much."
"'S that all?" Phil said, closing his eyes, with a soft but wide smile on his face that Dan couldn't see.
"Like, love, whatever. But I'm so glad I like you. And I do, you know? I just really like you."
"You're drunk."
"Mm, and I like you drunk and I like you not drunk. And you're funny. And cute. And nice. And really fucking weird. And I like you."
"I like you too."
"And butterflies."
"No the fuck you don't like butterflies." Phil said, letting out a short giggle at the memory of Dan at the butterfly house.
"Nooo. You give me."
"I give you?"
"Butterflies!" Dan said, louder than he'd intended.
"Ohh!" Phil let out a full laugh at this. "Right, I think if you think you got 'em now it might just be the inda- indigestion." Phil said, stumbling a bit over his words as the alcohol and sleepiness was catching up with him properly.
"Mm-mm. Well. Maybe." Dan let out a laugh too, a little louder than he meant to.
"Dan. Sleep. Good night."
Dan brought his hand to his lips to kiss it, slapping himself in the face with how abruptly he did it, and flung his arm behind him, gently smacking Phil on the arm with his hand.
"Kiss good night." Dan slurred.
"Happy anniversary, you silly bitch." Phil replied.
"Happy-"
"Dan?"
"Yeah. Happy." Phil smiled to himself, realizing that Dan had fallen asleep.