(Phil's POV)

Five o'clock didn't seem to come fast enough. The closer it got the longest time felt. Every time someone walked in I would always look up and hope it was him, but it never was. That is until it was. I instantly sat up and started to pack my stuff up. I stopped when I saw him. His hair was dripping wet, tear trails still showed on his face, his apron has wet spots on it and his hands were shaking a little.

"Dan?" I whispered. He shook his head and walked to put her apron up. I let my eyes follow him. I snap out of it hurry to put my things away. I was standing up by the time he turned around, ready to leave.

I finally met his eyes, they were empty. They didn't have the same shine in them like they normally did.

"Dan?"

"Yeah?"

We just stared into each other's eyes, not saying anything. I can't ask him if he's okay. Not now.

"Ready to go?"

He jumped and nodded, turning to the door. I followed after him, staying behind him but when we got on the pavement he seemed to keep a slow pace as if he wanted me right by his side. Of course, I got on his left side and looked at him.

"Hey, Dan?"

He hummed a "hum," and looked at me.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes widened, "Yeah," he said as he turned his gaze away from me. I focused on the ground and tried not to notice how close we would get when someone would walk next to us.

It didn't take too long for us to get to his apartment. He unlocked the door and stepped to the side to let me in. I nodded as to say thank you and walked into the kitchen and put my stuff down, not knowing exactly what to do. Once he got in the door and turned around we stared at each other again.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" I ask after a while. His eye trail to the floor and I take a step closer to him, "What is it?"

He smiled a little, "Really can't pull anything past you can I?"

I shake my head and return his small smile. He closes the gap between us and wraps his arms around me. I hear him sniffle as I wrap my arms around him.

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong?" I ask in a quiet voice.

"You care," he answered.

I didn't question it anymore after that. I just comforted him.