~•Talking to the moon•~

Chapter Forty One

Silence wrapped around the both of them as they drank their tea silently,  both parties sitting across each other on the same table they make plans on to segregate L'manberg.

Both had their own thoughts that they entertained themselves,  trying to find a stalemate for both of them.  It would be easier if both had the same idea and in on the plan rather than letting the other deal with this in the way they wanted without hearing eachother first.

That was a disaster. George would know.  He can't be left alone to think by his own.  The universe apparently scrambles away from the thought of letting him continue by himself so much that they've made Dream come back to help him.  The brunet was honestly thankful,  as much as it hurts his ego to admit he can't do much on his own.

Dream,  however,  was still stuck on the fact that this George had some secret that he wasn't willing to say yet, making him curious of what it was. He seemed to fidget more than usual,  eyes red with no sign of sleep anywhere (which was the most shocking to Dream knowing his sleep obssesed friend.) while he seemed to actually be silent for once in his life.  No offense to George.

Everything was strange to both of them, even the fact the smp was back to its first,  peaceful state.  Even if George knew of why that was, he was questioning everything too much to even begin thinking of his timeline jumping.

The latter huffed and placed his cup down, crossing his arms over eachother again as he put his weight on them.

"So,  you know of what happened?" He asked the unmasked man, a slight flinch coming from him due to not paying attention earlier.

"Yeah,  I guess you can say that if you mean on our timeline?" The blonde responded,  putting his cup down as well and crossing his leg over the other.

A quirk of the brunet's eyebrow caught his attention,  mulling over his words as bit as he bit his lip, taking the excess skin off slightly.

"Our timeline?" The question finally came out from George,  receiving a shrug from the blonde that slightly deflated him.

"Well,  you know something about it.  It's possible that you're from my time." Dream responded, keeping his attention on this conversation.  It was important to not miss any detail that the brunet may say or accidentally slip up on.

The brunet was not impressed of his answer and leaned back a ton to keep his back straight,  staring at the yellow eyes that stared back at him.  If it was any other circumstances right now,  he would've been swooning.  Especially since he hasn't seen them in so long.

Time really was a pain. To both of them.  And the universe really hated both of them to the point they use their grief as a form of amusement.  Fun.

A pair of eyes blinked and looked down to the table,  noticing the lack of strewn about papers that had words or blueprints that relate to their plans in the past or, perhaps,  nearby future. It felt weird finding it empty,  considering that most of the time, they used tables that were placed outside.  Everyone liked the scenery of the smp. It was always perfect to everyone,  even when it was night and monsters arose everywhere.  The stars were beautiful.

The night was most beautiful to George since he can see the vibrant blue of the sky and the shining white of the stars and the moon.  Both celestial beings always gave him the comfort and he loved the fact that he can see the colors unlike the sunsets the most people fawn over.  The sunset was just pure orange and yellow to him and his eyes get tired of seeing yellow when the grass is constantly yellow and mocking you of the fact you can't see green.

Thank the world for making him rant about colors.

Another detail that both seemed to forget is the fact that as soon as George appeared,  most of the first batch of people appeared as well from out of nowhere.  Sapnap greeted them when they came back from the forest,  but due to being rather confused and,  albeit,  moody since both had the reminder of something in their original timeline,  they both ignored the ravenette and sat down on the table they were on now.  Bad was the one who gave them their tea and a muffin for each of them that was easily eaten.

What?  Those were good if it came from Bad.  Besides,  it's been a while they had those because of Bad getting infected with the egg and being stuck in prison.

It was nostalgic, to say the least.

"I think it's best not one else knows of this,  Dream." George finally spoke out as he cast his eyes on the emerald ones again,  finding them never leaving his.  The owner tilted his head slightly, despite understanding why.  He just wanted some extended reason.

"Well, the others seem to not know anything else and it would be weird if we just spring the fact that you're dead on them,  right?  Besides,  we can find answers easier that way." The last sentence made the blonde perk up, desperate for answers.  He thought for a bit before nodding,  agreeing with his friend's idea.

"I get it.  We can do that."

George was glad he agreed.  He didn't know how else would he tell him that he can't ruin one more timeline.  It was already damaged beyond recognition now,  what more would happen if another was ripped apart by two people this time?

"Oh yeah.  When are you telling me about the time jumping, George?" The blonde asked nonchalantly as he looked at his cup,  tilting it around.

The question made George spit his own drink out on surprise,  looking at him quickly with widened eyes.

"I- What- how-"

His question was answered with another shrug.

"I don't know either.  It's just in my head and it's constantly been bothering me."

George bit his lip once more as he drank his tea silently, scratching at the back of his palm at the thought.

It wouldn't hurt to tell him, right?