oh to be an ant on phil's foot

Phil stays quiet, his lips pressed together, until they’re all sat in their living room, Dan next to Phil on the sofa with far more space between them than they usually have, looking around helplessly. “Just what exactly do you remember?” he asks Dan. “Uh,” makes Dan. “I know my name is Dan. They told me.”

Dan has a ski accident and loses his memory. Phil can't do anything but offer him a home - Dan finds that said home is quite obscure.

If you want? This feels quite spiteful, if you're mad I softblocked you, you don't gotta leave comments, it is what it is.

To answer if I'd assume somewhat good faith:

I softblocked 90% of my dnp twitter following, it's not personal, I just don't want the constant stress, policing and other annoying ass shit on my timeline, and I stopped being on Twitter to look for community since I realized no one there is willing to call people out or unfollow for suicide-baiting others over whether they like the podcast or not, but everyone's going to harass a rando to death for the most mundane, harmless shit, like [checks notes] calling Dan a sensitive person.

So I still tweet there about dnp shit because I'm hyperfixating and I literally cannot not do it (believe me, I tried), but if you only communicate with me to correct me on the most miniscule shit that has nothing to do with the point of the post (I assume that's you and that's why you're asking now), and it annoys me, then yeah, I'll softblock.