Dan

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Phil waited a bit before realizing that Dan possibly hadn't even registered that your question had been directed at him, busy as he was staring at you. Phil turned to look at him, eyebrows raised slightly, a grin forming on his face.
"Dan?" he prompted.
"What?"
"I think that question was for you," Phil said, gently as he could, though it was clear he was trying not to laugh. Dan's eyes widened and he seemed to snap his focus back to the task at hand.
"Oh god, sorry," he said. You waved his apology away with a smile.
"It's alright," you told him. "You've probably been answering a lot of these same questions already."
"No!" he said quickly. "You've had really original ones. Weird ones. Not in a bad way, though! Good weird. We like weird. We're pretty weird..." he trailed off lamely. Phil was no longer containing his laughter beside him, shoulders quietly shaking with it as Dan cleared his throat and looked to you again.
"Right. I'm so sorry, could you possibly repeat the question?"
"Just this once," you teased, looking back to your notes and missing the full-on smile Dan found himself giving you, forcing himself to pay attention to what you were saying instead of only staring at your mouth.
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All credit goes to the person who wrote this lovely piece on tumblr. Take care little beans! Baii.

~Anne

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