Short H/C Phan drabble

Title: [untitled 'cause i can't even be bothered]
Pairing: Phan
Rating: G (wow amazing Dan doesn't even swear here)
Summary: This has no content literally just Dan crying to Titanic and Phil intervening.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, the story isn't real, and if you Googled yourself/your friends RUN, RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN.

Phil was walking out of the kitchen when he heard the distinct voices of Leonardo DiCaprio as Jack Dawson and Kate Winslet as Rose DeWitt Bukater talking in quiet whispers, trailing out from the lounge. Which wasn't all that unusual, he knew that deep down Dan is a hopeless romantic (<3); but over the star-crossed lovers' conversation he could just barely make out the unmistakable sound of muffled sniffles.

A slow smile creeped across his face. Phil thought it endearing that Dan could be so emotional.

"You alright?" Phil asked quietly as he entered the room. As per usual, Dan was sprawled on his designated spot on the couch, but the usual bag of crisps or Maltesers was now lying forgotten beside him, because he was too busy wiping away the tears on his face with the sleeves of his hoodie. At the sound of Phil's voice, Dan briefly glanced up at the older man, saw the smile hanging on his face, then looked away, embarrassed.

"Hey no, I'm not laughing at you. Come on, look at me," Phil shuffled onto the couch next to Dan and started nudging him, quite persistently. When Dan finally looked up at Phil, biting his bottom lip nervously, Phil offered him a proper tissue box (as much as it was endearing that Dan was so engrossed in the film he didn't even leave the couch to fetch a piece of tissue, it couldn't possibly be that comfortable for him to wear tear-soaked sleeves). Dan smiled, muttering a quiet "thanks".

"You know it's totally normal to cry during Titanic, right?" Phil said lightly, "There's no need to feel embarrassed."

"Yes but... the normal person probably doesn't cry like, three times..." Dan retorted sarcastically, but the effect was slightly ruined by his voice, hoarse and nasal from all the crying. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of his red, puffy eyes, and his clogged-up nose.

Phil tucked his feet under his gangly legs and placed a hand on Dan's shoulder in an attempt to soothe the younger boy. "Dan... I think it's good that you don't hold in your emotions. Crying openly... Not to sound too serious, but I think it's a very, very brave thing to do."

Dan peered up at Phil from underneath his fringe, his eyes hopeful. "You really think that?" He asked, his voice quiet.

Phil brushed the fringe off of Dan's eyes and tucked the loose strands behind his ear. "Yeah, I do. Also I think it's absolutely adorable that you cried three times before the ship has even sunk--"

"Hey!" Dan punched Phil lightly in the arm, mock-offended and fighting off a full-blown grin. Phil just left a peck on Dan's nose and smiled.