𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 1.4 - lets disappoint each other

Dream wakes up, still dazed from yesterday's events. George wasn't meant to see him like that. Not ever.
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Uhhh I feel so bad for my shit uploads :( but I'm going back to education after a good few months of living in pj's at home so I'm high-key stressed.

You guy's comments make me laugh but god your comments are concerning. 'Maybe I should fail my classes too' no, please no... just- get some help mkay?

(This update was also late bc of Tommy's stream so go blame him :0 not my fault I swear)
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Once again, George awoke from a stray golden light that escaped through the window blinds defences and fell helplessly over his eyes. It was strangely familiar and unsettling. George looked at the sheets as he sat up, once again in Dreams bed.

Dream. The boy looked to his side, but there was only emptiness. "Clay?" George got up quicker this time, running out of the bedroom and into the hall. "Clay are y-"

The bathroom door crept open, and steam flooded out. After a few seconds, a body could be seen too. Slightly wet, and half naked with only a small towel wrapped around his waist. His head was bowed, face still looking pale while clumps of curled blond hair stuck to his skin. With caution, Dream looked up, meeting a very startled- "George..." they both stopped moving. It was hard to act like nothing had happened.

"Hey." Dream quickly walked past, making a b-line for his room.

Slowly, George took a deep breath before following the man back into the bed room. Dream had already put boxers on when he entered, and was halfway through pulling up a pair of baggy jeans when the younger chose to speak up.

"So, about yesterday-"

"It's fine- I'm... im fine." His hands clutched tight at his white shirt, dragging it on. "Thank you, for the help. But I was fine."

"Fine?" George wanted to scream and laugh, but he could only protest, hints of concern slipping off his tongue. "You looked like you were on your death bed! You couldn't move!"

"I could." Mr. Dream spoke softly. Dangerously soft. "It happens sometimes, I just wait it out."

George couldn't believe the utter bullshit this man was spewing, strutting over and watching Dream face on. "You were on the floor half passed out. It I hadn't of shown up you would have died of hypothermia! Or choked on your own vomit-"

"I said, I could have waited it out. I've done it before, it goes within a day." The professor refused to make eye contact, turning awkwardly to tiding the sheets on the bed.

"It?"

The pause was unbearable. "Sickness, that type sickness. It's, well, I get it sometimes."

"Sometimes?" George wasn't letting this go. "When?"

"You don't need to know that." Dream sat down with a sigh, holding his head in his hands. "We aren't close enough for that."

The air was cold, and George found himself gravitating to the seat next to the elder. Both of them could feel it, something between them. Something unspoken, that they couldn't never bring up. It made George want to ask more, but he couldn't. Why should he care for this man? They had no,relationship,of any sort besides teacher and student. He should care so much. He shouldn't.

But George had already dipped his toe into the water, so what difference would it make if his whole leg slipped in?

"You- you know about me." It didn't mean to come out as the fragile whisper it was. "I saw it. The paper, that my brother gave you? He thinks he's hilarious. He thinks being, well, colourblind is even funnier." There wasn't a need to mention the other thing, they both knew he was thinking it.