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They arrived into 'George's' apartment, George guided him to the couch before disappearing off into the apartment.

It wasn't the greatest, it was clearly run down and he must've had a shitty landlord as there was clearly a lot of damage to the property. And the boiler was definitely outdated and probably dangerous.

"i got some plasters- shit i mean bandaids-i know it's not much but it's something- here" 'George' handed him a cloth to clean himself up as well as the plasters, "i'm Tyler by the way, Tyler Turner." He reached a hand out with a. smile, hesitantly dream accepted it. "Clay Andrews." He spoke.

Tyler seemed to be taken back a little when Dream spoke, before shaking his head as if he shook it off.

"I'm sorry for knocking you down." Tyler frowned, nervously playing with the back of his neck.

"Don't be, it was my fault-" Tyler seemed more on edge with every word Dream spoke, "i have a tendency to be clumsy."

"Just glad you're okay," Tyler smiled as Dream put the plaster over his knee and another on the small gash on his forehead (which he still had no idea how he got.)

"Is there anyway i can repay you, yknow for being so nice to me? Most people would've just walked off and left me." Dream chuckled.

"Sure! 'course, here's my number." Tyler grabbed a notebook from the coffee table and scribbled down his phone number, ripping it from the book and handing it to Dream.

"Bye Tyler, thank you." In response tyler smiled as Dream made his way out, he left the apartment block and tried to retrace his steps to make his way home.

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A few days had passed, Dream and Tyler had made arrangements for Tyler to come to his house and have dinner, as a repayment for his kindness.

Dream was panicking. He hadn't had guests over (Besides his mom and sister.) Since he moved into the apartment. He was certain he'd cleaned everything at least eight times.

Since finding out that it wasn't George, he was a lot more at ease. It was probably just one of those doppelgänger situations. Which was highly unlikely, but made more sense than it actually being George.

A few knocks on the door signalled that Tyler had arrived, He patted down his shirt making his way over and opening the door with a wide smile.

"Hey!"

"Hi, jesus this place is nice." He gasped as he stepped in, Dream smiled at the compliment.

"thank you."

The two made their way to the couch, Tyler sat whilst Dream stood standing. "Would you like a drink?"

"Do you have any alcohol? If not, water is fine."

"Is wine good?"

Tyler nodded, Dream smiled walking off to the kitchen. He came back with a large bottle of white wine and two glasses (which weren't exactly made for wine, but he didn't trust himself with how delicate actual wine glasses were.)