"We should do something to celebrate," Dan said, folding a pair of boxers.

"What?" Phil asked.

"Celebrate what, or do what?" Dan asked.

"I know what we're celebrating," Phil answered with a smile, "but I don't know what we're going to do."

"We should go on holiday somewhere."

"Where, though? And when? And do we even have enough money?"

"If we collabed, and we got each others' subscribers, then we'd get twice as much money so we'd be able to save enough...?" Dan trailed off hopefully.

"What should we collab on?"

"I don't know. Ideas are your thing, right?"

"Fair point," Phil said, with a wink. "I'll think about it."

Dan slid the drawer shut and pulled a pair of trousers out of his suitcase. "Do you have any hangers?"

"I'll go and get you some," Phil said. He left the room and Dan heard him opening the wardrobe nextdoor.

"Black or coloured?"

"I'm thinking coloured," Dan called back.

Phil walked back in with a handful of bright hangers, and laughed when he saw the pile of black lying on Dan's bed.

"Is that all you ever wear?"

Dan grinned back and picked up a pair of trousers. "I look good in black!"

"You look good in anything," Phil told him.

"Thanks!"

"Although personally I prefer it when you're not wearing anything, but that's just me," he added.

"Philip!" Dan exclaimed in fake annoyance, and lightly slapped his arm.

Phil grinned wickedly, pulling Dan into a hug and kissing him. "You know you love me really."

"Unfortunately, I do."