the brunette dragged his bruised bottom lip in between his chattering teeth as he shivered, flicking on the wheezing ventilation systems of his car's heater. "you gonna say anything?" he mumbled quietly through the thundering downpour; the silence radiating off of his boyfriend's deathly-still eyes sending more chills down his spine than the iced oxygen that faded his fingers lilac. "what do you want to hear?" phil remarked sharply as he didn't phase his gaze in the slightest, his ragged fingernails digging into his thighs as the brunette ceased the car at a red light. "i don't want you to be disappointed if killing franta doesn't turn me into a peppy, green-eyed da," he muttered under his breath as, for the first time since leaving his house, phil turned to look at him with his eyebrows furrowed.

"you're jealous? that's what this is about?" he murmured as he watched the brunette's leg bounce anxiously; his chattering teeth biting down on his bleeding lip. i don't have any reason to be jealous of a corpse, do i?" he snapped, slamming hastily on the engine as the light lit up in a cheap viridescence. the ebony-haired man's eyebrows raised as dan ignored the glossy misery overlaying his multifaceted irises. "i thought you were here to help, not be a dick," phil grumbled as his nails dug farther into his crimson-peppered skin; his body jerking forward as dan slammed angrily on his brakes at another flickering light whose dim lights dripped of cheap cash and desperation above the dim tunnel.

"well, guess what, princess? i am a dick, and i'm only here for troye, because just in case you forgot, you still haven't owned to your end of the bargain," he hissed, a masked desperation creeping out from behind his vitriolic words. "well, neither have you, because i may have franta, but i don't even know if he's curare, and it's not like you'll tell me shit," phil spat, before being interrupted as dan put his ice cold index finger against the dark-haired man's lips. "shut up," he whispered, being swatted away by phil as he huffed. "what the fu-"

"i said, shut up. do you hear that?" he spoke quietly as phil's bitten lips closed apprehensively. a tremor of short, rapid beeps made its way through the wheezing heaters and pounding rain as phil's eyes widened. "shit," he hissed suddenly as the thickening toxicity caking the air combusted in the form of the hidden bomb.

boom !!

the brunette's thick eyelashes fluttered open hastily as he stumbled onto his stinging hands, his eyes darting desperately around the crimson-stained aftermath of the collapsed tunnel. "fuck, phil!" he coughed, leaning against the frosted remains of the walls as he stumbled forward. "phil!" he repeated, desperation latching hungrily onto his mortality as he heard shuffling beside him.

"phil?" he murmured as he fell to his knees; his stained fingers skimming across the raven-haired man's skin as he pressed his lips desperately to his forehead. "p-phil, fuck, i didn't mean it, god, i didn't mean it, i was scared you'd leave me, i, fuck," he stammered as he felt the pulsing warmth radiating from his boyfriend's hands, his hoarse voice laced with the aftermath ash.

"fuck off with your sappiness," the raven-haired man crookedly smiled as he coughed, his eyes widening as he inhaled sharply. "do you smell fire?" he spoke quietly as he leant his quaking body up; shushing dan before the brunette's sweat-dazzled skin was jerked violently backwards. any sound that tried to claw its way desperately out of the ebony-haired man's straining throat ceased as he felt his body being dragged out of the debris that dug into his scathing skin; the unmistakable, thick blood of chloroform drowning into his lungs as his spotted vision went black.