Dan sat awkwardly at a corner table in the cafe. He had a coffee sitting in front of him, and another on the other side of the table for when Phil arrived, but both were untouched. His eyes flickered back up to the door, but he couldn't see Phil.

The waitress gave him a dirty look as he shifted in his chair, and he sighed. She'd been glaring at him the whole time he was there and, although he didn't want to believe it was because he wasn't with Phil, he knew it was probably true.

He looked back up to the doorway for the thousandth time and then looked back down at the table, almost out of habit. The only person out there was a tall man with black hair.

Wait.

Dan's head snapped back up again as he saw Phil awkwardly weaving his way between the tables. He stood up as Phil approached.

"Hey."

"Hey."

The silence was more awkward than companionable.

"About yesterday-" Dan started.

"Wait," Phil interrupted. "No talking about that until we get out of here, ok?"

Dan's shoulders sagged. Phil must be angrier than he thought if he didn't want to talk in the cafe. Maybe he knew he'd make a scene. "Ok."

They drank their coffee quickly, barely tasting it.

"Where are we going, then?" Dan asked.

"I was thinking we could go to the roof garden, seeing as that seems to be our place, but..." Phil trailed off, but Dan realised immediately what he was talking about, and nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

They hailed a taxi, just to make the journey go a bit faster, and spent the journey barely looking at each other. Dan's heart was thumping so hard in his chest that he could barely hear anything else. When he saw the hotel in the distance his entire body tensed.

They weaved their way up to the roof, Dan leading this time. They still didn't look at one another, and Dan wasn't sure how much more of this tension he could take, when they arrived at the door. He turned the handle with his hand shaking.

As soon as they got to their bench, they stopped. Phil turned to face Dan.

"So, I was thinking about yesterday," he said, getting straight to the point. "And I thought - well, I don't know what I thought. I was pretty confused, to say the least."
Dan winced. He knew what was coming.

"But," Phil continued, "I know what I felt."

Dan's shoulders sagged.

"And all of last night I was cursing myself for not following up that feeling. But now, I've got a chance to."

Dan realised he was standing braced for Phil to slap him. He held his ground. That was the least he could do.

"I'm sorry, Phil," he said. The first words he'd said since arriving at the hotel.

Phil smiled. Dan felt an arm slip around his waist and he paused, confused. Phil kissed Dan gently on the lips.

"What are you sorry for, Dan?" he asked. "Because you've got nothing to be sorry for at all."