epilogue

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3rd person POV:

Three months later

George grabbed the handle of his blue suitcase off of the conveyor belt. He tugged it off, setting it down next to him. He looked around before spotting a bathroom nearby. Pulling his suitcase behind him, he made his way over. When in the bathroom, he studied his reflection. His hair was messy from the long flight, and he was wearing one of Clay's hoodies that he had mailed to him a couple of weeks prior. He looked tired, but cute. He smiled at his reflection, his stomach already churning with anticipation. He grabbed his suitcase once again, heading out the bathroom and towards the exit. He took a deep breath, knowing that Clay was somewhere on the other side of those double doors. He walked through them, scanning the crowd. He sat down on a nearby bench, pulling out his phone to call Clay. He navigated to Clay's contact, pressing the call button.
"Hello?" George heard Clay's excited voice say through the phone. He smiled.
"Clay? I'm where you said to meet up. Where are you?" George looked around.
"Look behind you," Clay said, a smile in his voice.
"Where have I heard this before?" George said, chuckling. It was like their first meet-up all over again. He whipped around, and there stood Clay, with his phone up to his ear and a grin on his face.
"Hi, George,"
George hung up, ditching his suitcase to run towards Clay's open arms. They held onto each other, hugging as if they hadn't seen each other for years. George flung his arms around Clay's neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Clays arms wrapped around George's torso, pulling him closer. They finally pulled away.
"I missed you," Clay said, his bright green eyes glassy and bright.
"I missed you too," George said, burying his face in Clay's neck.
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They had arrived home at the apartment a little while later. Clay was making food while George watched from the table since he was still very tired from his flight.
"I can't believe I get to stay here now," George said. He had officially gotten a Visa, which meant he could stay there with Clay, and they could live together. Clay smiled at him.
"Yeah, it's gonna be fun living together," He said. George watched as Clay cooked, admiring his broad shoulders.
"When do you want to tell the fans?" George asked. The fans still didn't know they were together, even though they had accidentally made it painfully obvious during streams and youtube videos.
"We could stream later and tell them if you want to," Clay said.
"Sure, why not. I'll text the group chat and tell everyone," George said. He sent a message to the group chat that contained all of their closest friends, to let them know what was going on later. They had told their friends about their relationship only a little while after they told Sapnap, so everyone already knew. They were all extremely supportive, just as they expected them to be. When Clay finished cooking the stir fry, they ate their dinner at the table together, chatting about George's flight and the reactions their fans might have to the news. They put their dirty plates in the sink, and George decided to take a shower to get the airport stench off him before streaming. Clay had already washed the dishes and was sitting on the couch by the time George got back from his shower. George layed on the couch with Clay, putting his arms around his shoulders. Clay kissed George on the cheek, wrapping his arms around him. He smelled like shampoo and roses.
"Wanna go stream?" Clay asked. George nodded.
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"Hi everyone," George said, speaking into his mic. His chat was already filled with hi's, hello's, and emotes. Clay stood just out of view of the camera, watching George's pretty features and bright smile light up his monitor.
"So this stream is only meant to share some news that we wanted you all to know," George said. The chat was already visibly confused at George's use of the word "we".
"I'm here with Dream, come say hi," George turned to Clay, smiling at him and holding out his hand. Clay took it and stepped into the frame of the camera, only his shoulders and lower body visible to the viewers. He still hadn't done his face reveal, so he was being careful not to leak anything.
"Hi everyone," Clay said. He gently put an arm around George's neck, making George blush at the contact. The chat was going crazy. George looked up at Clay for reassurance, and Clay nodded.
"So what we wanted to tell you..." George took Clay's hand.
"Clay and I have been together for a couple of months now. I'll be living with him in Florida for the foreseeable future." George took a deep breath. The chat was moving at a hundred miles per minute, everyone was freaking out. A mix of "I knew it!" or "No way!" clogged the chat, along with confused fans and a huge amount of questions and comments, almost all of them supportive. Clay chuckled at their fan's reactions.
"We will be answering questions soon, but I think we should end the stream for now since George is pretty tired from his flight," Clay said, stroking George's cheek with his thumb lovingly. George leaned into his hand.
"Thank you everyone, for watching, I know this was a really short stream but we will be streaming tomorrow so stay tuned." They said their goodbyes before hitting the end stream button. George got up from his chair, leaning into Clay.
"That was pretty good," Clay said. George nodded in agreement.
"Let's get you to bed," Clay chuckled. George wrapped his arms around Clay's neck. Clay picked him up, holding his thighs and carrying him to bed. He laid him down on the fresh sheets, giving him a small kiss on the lips before pulling the covers over him. George smiled sleepily.
"I love you, Clay," George said, running his hands through Clay's hair while he leaned over him.
"I love you too George," Clay said. He got in bed with him, pulling him close. George rested his face in the crook of Clay's neck, and they fell asleep in each other's arms as they had done many times before. Only this time, they knew they would be together for a long, long time after they woke up.

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