#whiny!dan

What went down when Phil made Dan lie on a bench in an airport to drop stuff in his eye after he blinded himself.

Or Dan being whiny and sarcastic while Phil’s being lowkey dominant.

Dan and Phil walked out of the airport pharmacy, Phil with a bag full of every eye product they sold. 

Dan reached for the bag and Phil handed it to him. 

“How’s your eye?” Phil asked.

“Stinging. How’s yours?” Dan asked. “I mean- I-” he let out before internally face-palming while Phil giggled.

“Even in a crisis, you still manage to be awkward.” Phil said, hoping to get a laugh out of his boyfriend. 

Dan did laugh for a second before wincing in pain. “Okay, how am I going to do this? I’ll look pretty weird in the restroom dropping shit into my eye.”

“Well, maybe we can find a place where no one’s around.” Phil said as he started walking.

“We’re in an airport, Phil. There’s a million fucking people around.” Dan said as he followed behind him, trying not to walk into things or people.

“There’s always an unoccupied nook to slide into if you search hard enough.” Phil spoke in his cocky voice he oftened used when he was proving Dan wrong.

“There is so much wrong with that sentence, Jesus Christ, Phil. Please never say ‘nook’ again.” Dan said with a cringe as he continued to follow behind his boyfriend.

“Ah ha.” Phil let out as he led them to an empty, secluded corner, occupied by one lonely bench. “All right, lie down.” he ordered ever-so-lovingly.

“Excuse me?” Dan almost laughed. “You want me to lie down on a dirty airport bench?” 

“Yes.” Phil simply said.

That was enough for Dan to do what he was told. He lay down along the bench, shifting around in attempt to get comfortable. He was so long his legs hung off the edge.

He watched as Phil opened one of the little bottles of eye drops. “Can I trust you to drop things into my eye?” he asked in slight fear.

“You already can’t see out of it, could I really make it any worse?” Phil asked.

Dan let out something between a grumble and a sigh.

“Okay, ready?” Phil asked.

“How exactly do you prepare to have shit dropped into your open eyeball?” Dan asked.

Phil would have been annoyed if he didn’t feel so bad for his boyfriend. He couldn’t be too hard on Dan, he was the one who had injured himself. Moronically - but nonetheless, Phil felt bad.

Phil pushed Dan’s curling fringe out of the way. “Ready?” he asked softly.

“Just do it.” Dan said.

Phil let a drop fall into Dan’s eye and Dan winced.

“I fucking hate this.” Dan snarled.

“Just pretend it’s like contact lenses.” Phil said as he prepared to drop something else into his boyfriend’s eye.

“I don’t wear contact lenses.” Dan fought.

“Dan, you need to let me do this. We need to get on that plane and get to Australia for TATINOF and you need to be able to see the stage and the fans and me.” Phil told him.

“Oh, you know I only have eye for you, Phil.” Dan spoke sarcastically.

“Good, then you’ll have no problem keeping your eye open while I drop this in.” Phil said as he ever-so-gently held Dan down with one hand and let another drop fall into Dan’s eye.

“Jesus Christ!” Dan let out as he squeezed his eye shut. “That’s abuse, you know!”

Phil looked him in his remaining good eye. “Look, I know this sucks, but you’ll never get better if you don’t let me help you.“ he said. “Just calm down. Think of something happy and I’ll try to do it quick.” he told him. He could only imagine the happy thoughts Dan could be having; the day they met, the countless videos they’ve made, writing the book, raising Dil, performing TATINOF, touring the United States together, the new flat they were moving into next year, the corgi they were getting someday, the rest of their lives together.

Dan took a deep breath and let Phil drop things into his eye while he thought about his pistachio muffin.