My Brother's Best Friend (DreamNotFound)

"Guilt"

(George's perspective)

What? I can tell clay was trying not to alarm me, but his face seemed so shocked. From Dream's eyes, I could tell someone was behind me. I think of all the people it could be, trying to find an answer that wouldn't make this situation so horrifying.

I just knew there was one person I never wanted to see behind me, Nick. I dreadfully turn to squeeze my eyes shut. No, no, no, why?

I let my eyes slowly open and the outline of the girl is enough to tell me I fucked up. I close my eyes again, a disappointment building in my head. I let my shoulders rest, the release of tension easing my mind.

I was just glad it wasn't Sap.

"You two are cute when you cuddle" her voice was so calm, countering my racing mind. "You both seem so scared, it's fine I don't mind," a wide comforting smile forming on her little face "If I'm being honest, I'm not surprised"

What does she mean not surprised? Could she tell? I let myself calm down, so long as she made sure to stay quiet, we were fine. If I was forced to choose, she was probably the best person to figure out first.

"Good morning Abby" I hear the sleepy boy say from behind me, he moves his way a bit closer, clearly less afraid of Abby knowing about this.

"I'm gonna go... Yeah, I think I should go, I'll see you downstairs" she says hesitantly, finally reading the room.

"Don't tell anyone, I'll talk to you later," I warn. She heads back out the door, closing it behind her. Just a few seconds after I can feel Clay move closer again. My body calming and my thoughts slowing to a manageable pace.

"Well, good morning I guess," he says with a weary tone

"Not so good anymore"

"It's okay, I can make it better," he wraps his arms around me and hugs me and I let myself give in, returning the embrace.

"I'm so sorry '' I felt so bad, how could I do this, screw this up already?

"It's fine you don't need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong" somehow his warm embrace and morning voice convinced me.

I don't know if the bed was so comfortable because Clay was in it, or because what was waiting outside of it was far from comfortable. But I knew if we waited, sooner or later, Nick would also be intrigued to come into the room.

I decided it would be best if we went downstairs and started breakfast. At least then there was some excuse as to why the dream wasn't with Sap when he woke up. I nudge Clay and nod towards the door, telling him I think we should get up. He drags himself off me, whining, it was a bit funny to see him so soft.

Clay grabs his crumpled sweater that had been left on the end of the bed from the night before. He puts his arms through the sleeves and zips it up, covering his sun-kissed skin.

I go to head out the door as I feel clay's hands wrap around my waist. I walk to the top of the stairs before trying to escape his arm. I felt so much less comfortable when I wasn't in my room, just me and him.

I head down the stairs faster than normal, clay not being able to keep up. His arm falls to his side and I can see his expression flatten. Guilt surrounded my head but I couldn't bring myself to go back to him.

I headed to the large marble countertop, where Abby was sitting. I attempt to avoid eye contact at all costs, with Dream too. I take out three bowls as I hear them chatting.

My brain was too full to bother listening, I had finally let myself think through what had happened. Letting all the thought go through the flood gates. All the consequences, embarrassment, repercussions. It all happened so fast, I forgot to think.