Unexpected Visitor/ dreamnotfound fic

Chapter ten: I love you

"What is it?" No response. "George? What did you see?"

"Oh, uh, nothing," The brunette responded at last, but it was a hasty and obvious lie.

"Stop lying to me, George. I know somethings wrong." Did he think he was stupid or blind? Maybe both.

"Well, fine. I saw a message in chat," George said plainly, seemingly happy to leave it at that.

He clearly doesn't want to talk about it.

"What kind of message?" Dream continued, already sure what the answer would be. He didn't want to make George talk if he really didn't want to, but he also knew his friend, and he knew that George would bottle up his feelings unless Dream could convince him not to.

"A...bad one. Just normal hate stuff, okay. There's always going to be haters." George looked sad as he closed the browser, turning to Dream with a slightly dejected expression. Dream hated it.

"Yeah, but they still get to you. Are you okay? What did it say?" He asked.

George had tended to get a lot of hate recently, for some reason that Dream didn't know.

Well, maybe he did. George's inboxes had been filled with homophobia. It had been a hard thing for him to deal with, and Dream regretfully knew that he had not been there for his friend.

But it was hard for him. Even months ago he was feeling the pressure from his stepfather, feeling this new emotion that was so complicated.

It was like his mind was at war with itself. He loved his friend, but did that mean he loved his choices?

He wanted to, he really did. And he managed to find a way to support his friend, and even after everything he still did. But he could never follow his example.

That was the past, and he didn't want to think about it.

He'd caused George pain, even though he hadn't meant to and even though George didn't fully understand it.

But it had changed them both, more the brunette then him.

He could see it the way George became more reserved during streams, less face-cams, not posting or being live as often.

He scarcely talked to Dream for almost three weeks because of it, and even when their issues were resolved George was different.

It hurt Dream to watch, but there was nothing he could do but watch.

"What were they saying?" He repeated.

"Oh, just stuff about...me."George mumbled, turning off all his monitors. Dream pressed further, wanting to know.

"Like what?" Was he going to have to check for himself? Though he was sure the mods would have deleted anything truly bad, right?

"You know what. The same stuff as always," To Dream, that was a 'No, I don't want to tell you.'

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This was his fault.

It always was.

Fuck.

It was final; Dream needed to leave George alone.

"Oh. Well I think you're very attractive, George. And very good at minecraft. And a wonderful person who should never ever stop streaming or think that any hater is right ever," He gushed, unsure what to say. A small smile spread on George's gorgeous face. No, that was a sad smile. That was a 'you addressed everything but what I wanted you to address smile'