Phil stood, motionless, on the roof, watching Dan as he disappeared through the door and out of sight. He knew he should've reacted, called after him, anything to show that it was all fine, he didn't mind, and he didn't want Dan to leave, but his legs wouldn't move. He could still feel the warm pressure of Dan's lips on his, and the feeling of warmth in his chest wasn't disappearing. He sat down heavily on the nearest bench.

Dan had left before Phil could say anything, and he was almost starting to regret that decision. He had a knot of fear in his stomach that wouldn't shift, and as he wound through the hallways towards his room he was seriously considering turning around and going back to Phil, just to get it over with. By the time he reached his room he decided that if he wasn't going to see Phil face to face, he had to ring him. He switched on his phone.

AmazingPhil we need to talk.

Dan cursed silently. He knew he'd ruined everything. With a sinking heart, he replied.

Danisnotonfire when were you thinking?

AmazingPhil same time tomorrow?

Danisnotonfire where?

AmazingPhil at rialto?

Danisnotonfire OK

Phil felt bad. He'd realised his messages weren't the most inviting of compositions and by the looks of things Dan was taking them the wrong way. He wanted nothing more than to send another message saying he was sorry, that if Dan had stayed he wouldn't have been angry, but he couldn't. He slid his phone into his pocket and headed back to his room.