The diner

Im ready...

It has been two days since Dream went to the hotel.  The first night Dream was there he texted Sam saying that he wasn't going to go home that night. Sam told him that it's okay and to be safe.

Did Dream sleep on the floor that night? Yes... yes he did, but he didn't care he was going to keep his promise to George. He was never going to leave until he was ready to talk.

George of course didn't believe Dream about never leaving until he spoke to Dream. So when it was around midnight George opened his door a little bit, he was met with Dream sleeping on the floor.

He thought it was going to be only one day so he waited another day. And sure enough Dream was there sleeping on the floor once again.

George felt bad, he didn't want to do this to Dream but he didn't know what to do so he just left him there.

There would be times where Dream would try and make conversations with George, but George would only respond with really dry answers or he won't speak at all.

George tried not to be a duck but how could he talk to Dream without crying or even his voice breaking.

Even though George would give small responses here and there, his voice would sometimes break. And he didn't want Dream to hear that because he knows it would hurt him as much as it hurts George.

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It was now the third day of Dream waiting for George and once again falling asleep on the floor.

This morning he woke up to his body hurting. When he opened his eyes they were met with a bright sun shining on him. He groaned in annoyance and rubbed them. Then it hit him.

He wasn't sleeping on the floor...

He was on... a couch?

"What the fuck?" Dream thought

He sat up slowly and he was in fact in a room. Not just any room, he was in the hotel room.

"Here" he heard someone say behind him. He turned around to see who it was...

George

The George found

The one and only George found

"H-How?" Dream said

"Just take the medicine, I'm assuming your body hurts from sleeping on the floor" George was looking down trying not to make eye contact with Dream

"Um yeah but that doesn't answer my question on how-"

"I'll tell you when you're showering, for now just take the medicine and I'll be cooking"

"Okay" Dream took the painkiller and water

George walked to what Dream assumed to be the kitchen.

After Dream took the painkiller he made his way to the bathroom, he then realized he didn't have extra clothes. So he turned back around and went to the kitchen.

"Um hey Georgie?" Dream cringed at himself for using the nickname, but George didn't seem to care

"Yeah?"

"I didn't bring any clothes with me..." Dream bit the inside of his cheek

"There's some of your clothes in my bag" he mumbled to where Dream couldn't hear him

"What?"

George walked out of the kitchen and went into the bedroom, Dream assumed he wasn't supposed to follow so he stood there and wait.