AN/ Hello fellow phans! Like every other member of this insane, beautiful, amazing fandom, I've developed a bit of a taste for Phan. Meaning that I ship them with all my little phannie heart. But unlike some people, I respect our two British dorks and try not to let my taste for their ship affect my respect for their friendship. That being said, let's get on with these feels!

Disclaimer: So... you think I somehow own Dan and Phil? Odd thought.

Phil flopped onto his bed, letting out a small groan as he did. All his muscles ached, even his vocal chords, but performing a show always left Phil buzzing with excitement. Seeing all the people that came however far they did, and watching them be so excited after he and Dan finished their end dance... it made Phil feel like he had really made a difference in the world.

Even though he loved it, the adrenaline did nothing to help his sore arms and legs. And it didn't seem to help Dan either.

Normally, after a show, Phil would have stayed downstairs and talked with the crew a little, maybe had a party or something, and while sometimes he wouldn't go, like he had this time, Dan had gone to all of them. Until now. Phil's best friend was now draped over one of the armchairs, his head back and his eyes closed.

Considering how often they were found together, Phil wasn't really surprised that most nights, Dan would stay in his own hotel room. But tonight, he seemed to have forgotten that he could function without Phil.

"Dan, you okay?" Phil asked, sitting up. It wasn't that he minded Dan being around, but the sudden change had him worried.

"I'm just tired." Dan's reply would have satisfied most people, but Phil knew better. Dan wouldn't have missed out on free donuts just because he was tired. And if he was really that tired, he would have gone back to his room and crashed. Phil stood, crossing the room and sitting in the armchair next to Dan's.

"Dan, I'm worried. What's going on?" The other man was silent for several seconds before he lifted his head and looked at Phil. His dark brown eyes were clouded with emotions, and Phil struggled to identify them all. Lingering excitement from the show, exhaustion from being on the road so long, and also... pain.

Phil felt a bolt of concern stab his heart, and he reached out to his best friend. He rested his hand on Dan's shoulder. Dan gave him a faint smile, lifting his hand and interlocking his fingers with Phil's. A small part of Phil's heart hammered against his rib cage, but Phil pushed the feeling aside, writing it off to the fact that he had just finished a show.

"I love performing," Dan said. "I really do. But I'm getting tired. Physically and emotionally. I want to go home." Phil said nothing, thinking over his best friend's words. In truth, Phil was getting tired too. But unlike Dan, he had latched onto a thought that had kept him going for a while.

"Where's your heart?" he asked. Dan had closed his eyes again, but as Phil spoke, he opened them again and gave Phil a confused look.

"What?" Phil lifted a shoulder.

"Well, they say home is where the heart is, so where's your heart?" The confusion in Dan's eyes cleared, and he smiled again, this time more brightly.

"It's back in London. Sleeping in until 10, eating breakfast while watching an anime, doing nothing all day, and fighting over who has to go out to get the shopping." Phil smiled as well, and the excitement from performing slowly faded, replaced by a warm feeling in his chest that somehow gave him more energy.

"Doing rock paper scissors to see who gets the tripod first," he added. "Playing the Sims, and struggling to get the lighting down the hall." Dan nodded, squeezing Phil's fingers lightly. That small piece of Phil's heart beat a rhythm on his rib cage again.

"So your heart is back at the apartment?" Phil asked, pushing away the small piece of heart again, even though it was getting harder. Dan nodded again. "I find that hard to believe." Dan frowned and opened his mouth, but Phil cut him off. "I'm just saying, I don't think you could have performed all these shows heartless. So your heart isn't back at the apartment." Dan's gaze dropped from Phil's, and he examined the carpet.

"It's with you, you dork," he muttered, and Phil couldn't help but notice that Dan still hadn't let go of his hand. The warm feeling in his chest spread out through his body, and suddenly, he didn't feel tired anymore. The small piece of his heart had slowed down, but it was pulling the rest of his heart along with it.

"I want to go back to the apartment too," Phil murmured. There was silence in the room for a few minutes while Phil thought. Then an idea hit him and he stood, pulling Dan along with him.

"Phil-!" Phil only pulled Dan to the window, gripping the other man's hand as he did so. He glanced back to make Dan had followed him, then pointed out the window at the setting sun.

"Remember all those times we had to deal with the glare?" Phil asked. "All those times we would just stand at the window with cups of hot chocolate and watch the sunset as best we could?" Dan gave him a gentle smile.

"Of course." Phil returned the smile, pulling Dan closer to his side.

"Then you can watch this sunset and imagine you're back at the apartment, standing with a cup of cocoa by the window. Like a piece of home." Dan let himself be pulled closer, and Phil's heart decided it wasn't worth punching out a rib, and slowed, preferring a slower rhythm that Phil eventually realized matched Dan's.

"I already told you, home is with you," Dan said. Phil turned his head to look at the other man. In the fading light, Dan's hair reflected all the red light, and his eyes seemed to glow brightly. But his eyes didn't change color. They stayed that deep brown.

"Then you can imagine we're home," Phil murmured. Dan's eyes shone with light, and Phil couldn't help but think I don't need the sunset. This is better.

Together, they watched the sun go down.

Thanks for reading guys! Please leave a review, as I'd love to hear what you think, and I'd also like to know if you think I kept them in character. I certainly tried to. Bird out!