give me domestic phan.
give me dan falling asleep on phil’s shoulder after a three hour buffy marathon.
give me dan cooking breakfast in the morning, smiling sweetly when phil comes up behind him and hooks his chin over dan’s shoulder with a quiet murmur of “did you sleep well?”
give me phil draping a blanket over dan when he accidentally dozes off on the carpet because he can’t be assed to crawl into bed.
dan knows exactly how phil likes his coffee and makes it for him every morning, while phil knows exactly how dan likes his tea and makes it every afternoon.
give me forehead kisses goodnight and lazy, toothpaste-minty kisses after they’ve brushed their teeth. quiet “i love you’s” during lunches an cab rides and cuddles, hands intertwined under the table because this love, this affection, it’s just for them and nobody else.