Here it is. The Epilogue! It really hasn't sunk in yet. I somehow managed to write an entire story. Excuse me while I pinch myself a few I said last chapter. Thank you all so SO much for reading and reviewing. I never, ever imagined to get as much love and support for this story as I have. So seriously, thank you!

Oh, and did I mention there will be some one-shots in the future for this universe? Because that's a thing. The Ethereal Universe is not completely over yet (read: i'm too attached to my own make-believe universe to actually let go). So if anyone has anything in particular they would like me to write about, shoot me a message on tumblr. I'm always open to suggestions and inspiration.

And if you wish really, really, really hard there might even be a sequel.

As always, enjoy :)

"Okay, wait so. You're telling me that PJ went all glow-y and like, anime style epic. Whilst I was completely unconscious. And you failed to mention this until now, literally a week later…because? Like, excuse me but I think that's kind of fucking important detail to mention."

Chris' voice calls out across the room. He has a slightly exasperated look on his face, arms flailing around with a bit too much emphasis.

"Why's it important?" Phil asks. He reaches forward, grabbing the slice of pizza set out in the middle of the lounge room. His hand tugs on Dan's as he leans forward, fingers grasped together.

"It's kind of hot, like, I can just imagine what he would have looked like. Damn. I think that's something I should have been told sooner."

Chris chucks PJ a suggestive smirk, wiggling his eyebrow twice. Dan has the urge to throw the slice of pizza at him. It'd be a bit of a waste though, even if the end result of a pissed of Chris would probably be worth the sacrifice.

"Keep your kinks to yourself," Dan warns. "There is so much information about your sex life that I could have happily lived my entire life without knowing."

Phil laughs beside him, halfway through a bite of pizza. He lets of a slight chocking noise, attempting to swallow around his laughter.

"He is literally incapable of keeping his mouth shut," PJ murmurs, shaking his head. Dan can see the smallest tug of a smile on the corner of PJ's lips.

"That's not what you were saying last night."

PJ groans, any previous amusement instantly leaving. Dan also manages to choke on his food in a slightly undignified way.

"For the love of God."

Chris smirks, eyes gleaming. "Hmmmhmm, that's a little more like it. Keep going, you'll get there eventually."

Dan chucks his shoe at him, landing perfectly on target as it whacks Chris directly in the middle of the forehead. He can see the mass look of satisfaction amongst his friends faces.

Phil laughs as Chris rubs his head with a slightly dejected look. "Seriously, using telekinesis is not okay. It's legitimately cheating. No one actually can have that level of accuracy normally."

Dan shrugs, smiling. "Don't make yourself such an easy target then."

"I'm pretty sure everything is a relatively easy target when you can, you know, move things with your mind." Phil points out. Chris gives an enthusiastic nod. He chucks the shoe back towards Dan only to have freeze in mid-air and fall just short of him, hitting the carpet with a small thump.

"Cheater," he mumbles, picking absentmindedly at a slice of pepperoni as he comes to terms with his small defeat.

Dan grins, winking at Chris as an added mock insult.

He shifts his attention back to the couch, the movie capturing everyone's attention as they chow down on the delicious and greasy food in front of him. He moves, fingers releasing this hold with Phil's own. Phil gives him a sideways glance, looking at him questionably. Dan stretches out, arm reaching over Phil's shoulders and tugging him against his side.

Grinning, Phil complies, soft smile on his lips as he goes back with watching the film. Both of them ignore Chris as he makes mock gagging noising from the other sofa.

He glances to the side, fifteen minutes or so later. PJ and Chris are sprawled out in a similar scenario to Dan's and Phil's own. Chris' back presses into PJ's chest, legs hanging of the end of the couch. Dan smirks, mimicking Chris' earlier remarks with a small gag of his own. PJ smiles from his position, eyes never leaving the screen, arm rubbing his wrist before placing his hand on top of his boyfriends. Chris moves against PJs chest in his own small protest to Dan's remark. Pretending to make himself more comfortable.

Dan laughs, head shaking as he looks away. He doesn't think he would have his friends any other way.

:::

When he craws into bed later. Phil cuddled up by his side. The world seems smaller. Safer. He sighs, pushing himself further into the warm body beside him.

He listens to Phil's breathing beside him, luring him into sleep. Chris' faint snore can be heard from the room over. His head tucks again Phil's own, arm draped around his waist.

Everything's changed. The weight's gone from his shoulders; vanished into thin air like it never even existed.

There's a smile on his face, lips pressed right up against Phil's skin.

And right now, in this moment, he has never been happier about breaking his equivalent exchange. Cardinal rule be dammed.