Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

eighteen

"Well, I was on call with them until Clay, like, left the call. I assume that's why then if his computer stopped working.", George thinks back on earlier.

"They were fine during dinner. I don't understand what happened. Normally, Clay would've been a little mad, but it wouldn't have caused a huge fight. And then Sapnap snapped at Karl and Clay snapped at me. I just don't get it.", I sigh as I readjust so I'm lying on my stomach.

He thinks on my comment for a moment.

"I think they need a break. We have been streaming almost every day for the past week. This might've just been the thing they needed to start the fire.", George wonders.

"Karl thought it's because it's just been them and me. He thought they were mad at him because they were used to having me with no competition lately.", I explain.

"That could be part of it, but I think they're just tired and need a break. You could talk to Sapnap. I know you're not happy about him and Karl, but he didn't say anything to you.", George mumbles.

I give him a look.

"Listen, I'll be home in three days. I don't want to have to deal with a massive fight the second I get home. Besides, they're probably awake and stressing anyway.", he sighs.

I don't blame him.

Almost a month away from home, I wouldn't want to come home to a fight either.

"Thank you, Georgie.", I smile at him.

When he smiles back, I grab a quick screenshot.

We hang up on each other, and I have an internal debate on whether to talk to Sapnap or not.

The empty bed and cold sheets are what finally convince me to call him.

I press the call button next to his name, waiting for the connect.

He picks up after two rings.

"Sunshine?", he croaks.

"Can you come upstairs? I miss you.", I mumble, still a little nervous.

"Be right there.", I hear him rustling around right away.

It doesn't take long for him to pad up the stairs and close the door before plopping into the bed next to me.

I immediately snuggle up into his arms, not quite saying anything yet.

His breathing is semi-ragged, and he seems a bit tense.

I squeeze him a bit tighter, letting him know that I'm here for him.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to get upset.", he apologizes softly, his words slightly muffled because his head is buried in my neck.

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to.", I remind him softly.

"I know.", his reply is simple, but I know he understands.

His hand grazes my lower back, his warm hand in contrast to my icy skin.

He gently rubs it up and down my back, effectively soothing me.

"Y-you guys have never gotten that mad before.", I stumble over my words, trying to stay calm.

He lets a long sigh out of his nose, the air tickling my neck.

"You need a break. You guys have been working too hard.", I hum.

He nods as best as he can.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I know you hate it when we fight.", he apologizes again.