It all made sense.
Everything fit together perfectly - Ferb's sudden drop in loquatiousness around the time we turned 10, how he jerked every time Phineas touched him, the fact that he never tried to make friends other than Phineas - whoever Phineas hung out with, Ferb was content to hang out with, too.
But even if everything checked out, Phineas just couldn't accept what he was hearing as truth.
"Ferb? ...N-no, you're wrong. You're just confused or something--"
"Then I've been confused for 7 years now. Phin... I'm not asking you to feel the same way. I'm asking you to accept me how I am."
"Ferb, you're... you're my brother, and I love you. Of course I'll accept you. I just... I need some time to let it sink in." He hugged his brother tightly and rested his chin on his shoulder.
"I've missed you."
"Missed me? I never left."
"No, I miss being able to talk about anything like we could before this started..."
"That's why you stopped talking so much when we turned 10?" Ferb nodded.
"Ferb, you should have told me. You really can tell me anything. I - I don't feel the same way... but I love you anyway, there's nothing you can do to change that."
A/n: This one's kind of really meh. I liked the first half, but I didn't know how to wrap it up. It's okay, I guess.