oneshots // dnf

comfort person

clay knows that he is a very talkative person, and tends to say everything he has on his mind.

albeit the urge can be sending him too much on the edge at times, he refrains himself to spill as some people may not be on the same view on where george is, and how george is the only one to understand him.

it has become their routine, to call right before they sleep, the numbers presented on their phone clock seeming to be alarming, but they're willing to stay up late and adjust their sleeping schedules just to be synced, just so they can do almost everything together.

"mhm, and how'd that code for the new video go?" the older asked as he intently listened and focused on everything dream has to say, silent and peaceful hums coming along with clay's sentences.

"it actually went great, i worked on it all day long and fucking finally i get to talk to you."

the brunette's cheeks became profusely red and pigmented at the said statement, a nervous chuckle trying to mask his intrusive thoughts on how much he just adores this man, god, he'd literally do anything for him.

"yeah, me too."

"well.. how'd your day go?"

"nothing out of the ordinary, annoyingly boring, and i'd really like to sleep right now." his annoyance was evident in his voice, but it was short-lived because talking to his favorite person would be enough to dissolve all the pent-up feelings.

"i'm sorry, would you want to end the call now? i'd be okay to be honest, i-"

"no, no, no! i.. i like hearing your voice. it um, it calms me down. stay, please." he rambled all out in once, unintentionally coming out as a plead as soon as it came out of his mouth.

he heard the blonde chuckle before humming, continuing to then talk about how his day went, how stressed he was, how cute patches was when she would randomly stretch out unto his lap. how he got to go out today, how the warmth of the sun etched into his skin.

george knew clay was someone who would jump randomly into one topic to another, having nothing to do but talk and talk, and to be perfectly honest; george was fine with that.

"hey, clay?" he cut off in the middle of the other talking, making him pause on how patches would literally not drink on anything that isn't her water fountain.

"yeah, george?"

"i love you."

and at that, the both of them swore they have never felt better than ever.

each other would be enough, each other would be perfect. they're each other's comfort person.

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hydrate !!! <3

stay safe everyonee, mwa !

not rlly proud of this fluff but i sent it to my friend before uploading and said it was rlly good so there goes nothing :(