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"What?" Phil sputtered, eyes wide and chest tightening. Just then, a doctor opened the door, flashing a smile.
"Mr. Howell it's time for a check up, if that's alright. I'm going to have to ask your friend to leave the room."
Phil looked at Dan for answers, but Dan only looked away, suddenly seeming angry and irritable. "Are you-"
"Go. i think seeing you today was enough. I'll see you tonight."
"But we were gonna cancel the concert-" Phil began, starting to walk out.
"It's my band. We're not canceling," Dan snapped. Phil was confused and hurt. Did he regret saying that? "Now let the nice lady check if I'm alive."
The doctor awkwardly smiled at Phil. Phil simply nodded slowly, deciding now isn't the time for another argument and leaving. He let the door shut behind him, refusing to look up even though he knew Miles and Cassidy were staring at him.
"What happened?"
"I really don't know," Phil honestly said, mind running over a million things but focused on one. "I don't know."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
Phil looked up at him, lips parted "I think so."
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After talking about it, they simply told him the truth: they didn't know how to help. And honestly, they couldn't. This was Dan, and Dan was a very hard person to read. So Phil went to someone much more easygoing: Max.
It was the afternoon as he walked up to Max's porch. The door opened and Max had red eyes, seeming like he was crying- but Phil was wrong. He looked at him closer, and breathed him in.
"Are you fucking high?" Phil asked. Max just nodded. "Where did you get the weed from?"
"You left your jacket here. I found it in the pocket."
Phil groaned, remembering when he took some just in case he ever decided to smoke it. He glared. "Why? Why'd you decide to smoke it?"
"I wanted an answer. I wanted to see if maybe this was the reason you've been so distant," Max murmured, eyes beginning to water. "But my feelings for you haven't changed. I just feel sad. Like my emotions are more enhanced."
"Max-"
"You don't love me anymore. I get it now."
"Max. . ." Phil repeated, softer this time. He didn't know what to say, just wanted to keep saying his name. He came here to talk to him, not to be pushed away. Everything Max was saying was the truth, but it didn't only just hurt Max, it hurt Phil too.
It was never like Max was a bad guy. He an amazing person, hell, more than Phil deserved. He didn't want to stop loving him, he really didn't. Max was his safe place but Phil's heart decided to move. He didn't want to love Dan, the man is so much more messier and harder to talk to.
"You love him, don't you?"
There was a long silence, a painful one. The loudest silence Phil had ever experienced. He could feel his heart twisting and stomach wrenching into itself, but there he stood, tears beginning to spring from his eyes.
"Maxwell, I am so sorry."
"It's okay."
"But-"
"Phil," Max breathed out, the both of them crying now. He moved towards him, pulling Phil into a gentle embrace. "It's okay. I can't be mad at you for your feelings, even if I wish I could be. It's out of your control. I love you and you love someone else, and that's okay. As long as you're happy, that's okay."
"But I'm not."
And then Phil was sobbing in his arms, spilling the stories of everything that had happened since the band began.
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