"...two years ago, dan wouldn't have thought that they would be having separate meals and half a minute phone calls. he didn't think that their working hours would be so impossibly different that when he came back home late at night, he would find phil asleep on the recliner in front of the television.
he didn't think that weekends will just be spent in half hearted kisses, or a small argument about who is doing the dishes or making the bed. things just weren't the same anymore."
"i'm sleep," dan whines in a childlike manner, pushing his face further against phil's neck and attempting to get closer to him even though it doesn't seem possible when they are already pressed against each other too firmly. the darkness of the sky outside and the time on the clock seems increasingly irrelevant—dan isn't sure how they have mana……