Unexpected Visitor/ dreamnotfound fic

Chapter two: I Like Your Face

"I'm sorry," Dream said softly.

His eyes were rimmed with red, his face pale and upset.  He looked beat down.

"For what?" George responded. They were standing in his living room, hardly any space between them, but it was somehow too much space and not enough at the same time.

"For disrupting your night like this. For making you deal with me. For ending your stream. For standing in your living room after having a panic attack on your porch and-" his voice began to shake.

"Stop."George interrupted. "Don't apologize, I don't mind. In fact, I'm glad you disrupted my night." He walked across the room so he was back in front of Dream.

"I don't know why you flew all the way here, but I'm glad you did, because now I've met you. I've seen your face." He giggled, and Dream smiled a little.

"You like it?" Dream joked half heartedly.

"Your face?''Dream didn't respond. "Yes," George said softly, jokingly. "I like your face,". Dream smiled a little bit more, but didnt say anything.

They stood in awkward silence for a while, long enough that George began to be embarrassed.

"I like your face too, Gogy. But you already knew that," Dream says softly.

He looked like he was trying to make it a joke, but it was clear he wasn't able to joke like usual.

These jokes were fine on stream, when there was an ocean between them and everyone knew it was for fun. But here, standing alone in the dim lighting of his living room, where the mood was anything but lighthearted, it didn't seem the same.

George was still caught up in his own head when he noticed Dream swaying dangerously in front of him.

He reached out to support the blonde, but not fast enough to stop Dream from collapsing.

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Dream woke up with a start, eyes flying open and hands tightening on the blanket over him.

He focused on uncurling his white-knuckled fingers from the fabric as he shook off the nightmare.

He was sweating, and he could smell himself. He needed a shower.

He needed icy water to pour down his back and chase away his problems, even if it was only for a second.

He glanced around him, at the quaint little home and how it all just screamed George.

There was a thin blanket spread overtop of him as he lay on the couch of George's living room.

George.

He was even better in person, soft pale skin and brown hair and that nervous laugh Dream had always seen on his streams all accentuated by the fragil realness of him.

Some part of Dream had forgotten that Dream was a real person, and being with George helped him remember. He was not a faceless waste of space. He wasn't unwanted, unneeded.

He wasn't so devastatingly, soul-crushingly alone.

He pushed the blankets off and realized he didn't know where the bathroom was. He walked across the small living room to the cute little kitchen, then turned back and quietly opened the door to what he assumed was George's room.

He saw the sleeping figure of his best friend, cuddled into his queen bed. He was tangled in the sheets and hugging a pillow to his chest.

Dream ignored it and opened the door to the bathroom, he was sure it wasn't the only bathroom in the house, but he wasn't sure where any other ones were or if they would have a shower in them.

He caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror and turned to stare.

His eyes looked dead, the usually vibrant green pale and distant, just like him. His cheeks looked hollow, the result of a stomach that had been close to empty for nearly three days now.

He sighed and looked away. The shower would help.

After what felt like minutes of confusion he figured out how the shower handle worked, turned it on, and stepped inside, letting his clothes fall to the floor outside the glass door.

He took his time, just letting the water hit his face and head, letting it run down his chest and legs as he tried not to think about anything at all. He finally washed himself, smelling George's shampoo and feeling wrong using it, before shutting off the water.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and picked up the rest of his clothes. Then he quietly opened the door, praying George would still be asleep.

Instead he found the teen sitting in bed on his phone, an anxious look on his face as he watched the screen.

"Oh, uh, hey George," Dream said softly. "Good morning,"

George's eyes snapped up from his phone to meet Dreams. Then they drifted down slowly, taking in his half naked body.

Dream would've pointed out the brunette excruciatingly obviously checking him out, but he didn't have time.

George's eyes widened in surprise, he practically leaped out of the bed.

"Dream!"