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iv. love vision

Time had just flown by when he had spoken to Dream. He thought his conversation with the god was short, it had only felt like mere minutes - however, by the time Sapnap opened the door, it was time for the ceremony that kept being discussed. Honestly, George was rather nervous. He wasn't sure how many people would be attending, he didn't even know what happened during these masses. He tried to ignore his anxious thoughts as if they were a distant radio and just tried to get on with it. He couldn't help but remember what Sapnap had said to him earlier;

"Being scared is a normal and natural emotion.  Dream put that there to keep us humans safe."

That sentence was oddly comforting, knowing that Clay wanted them to be safe. There was truly no point in feeling anxious - Dream would be there for him. Although Sapnap said that Dream cared for all humans, George couldn't help but feel that he cared deeper for him.  Was this selfish of him?  If they were partners, as Dream said, surely he would care at least slightly more for him than any other person.  Perhaps the idea of a god being in love with him was getting to his head.  Yet again, all of the people he was about to meet would certainly know more about Dream than George did. He had only learned less than an hour ago that he was real.  What if he was just making a fool out of himself?

"Alright, George, you can sit in the front row. Feel free to talk to anyone - especially me, Karl, and Alex. We care about you." Sapnap gives him a warm smile, and George tried to match his energy. He gives a nod, before Sapnap turned around and began to walk away. George paused at the doorway, letting his eyes roam the room before anyone noticed he was there. He'd have to go in, he knew he would, but at least this way his mind had a few moments longer to prepare. The room was rather crowded; a sea of smiles, a chorus of quiet gentle hearts awaiting for Dream's presence. George opted to avoid the overcrowded space, the shared breaths, the press of bodies, and headed for the empty seats in the front row. He stared up at the faceless portrait of Dream as an attempt to feel comfortable - to feel more at home.  It was strange that Clay had no face in the picture, he had no clue why this was, but George could still imagine his handsome features.  He could imagine those piercing eyes, that charming smile, his sweet voice...  It was just so endearing.  George was slightly lost in thought, yes, but he was immediately pulled out of it once he heard a faint cough.  His head snaps in the direction of the noise, and to his surprise there was a man standing there.  He raises his brow, waiting for him to speak, but he didn't say anything.

"Hello, sir, is there a problem?" George asks, trying to be polite.  The man waves his hand at him, before shaking his head.  George quickly looks him up and down, as if his clothing or posture would give him any clues.  He was wearing a denim jacket, which was covered in pins.  George recognised a few of them; there was a Captain America symbol, a reindeer, and a name tag... Ah, his name was Callahan.  "Er, well, hello Callahan.  You can sit down, if that's what you want."  He offers awkwardly, still inspecting his pins.  He squints at one of them, which read out the words 'Hello, I am unable to speak, please be patient!'.  George was about to say something, but the man had pulled out his phone; perhaps he was trying to communicate with him.  He watches him press a few buttons, before Callahan held the phone up to George's ear - which was fair, the room was quite loud.

"Hey, I think my pins made it obvious.  But if not, I'm mute.  I've never seen you here before.  What's your name?" A robotic voice chanted.

"Ah, okay.  My name's George - I'm new." He replies, giving him a small smile.  Callahan seemed nice.  The two conversed for a while, mostly talking about how they ended up where they were.  Apparently, Callahan had this strange guilty pleasure; exploring old, abandoned buildings.  One day, he had just stumbled upon the cathedral and assumed it wasn't in use - so he broke in.  Sapnap caught him, but was surprisingly understanding and suggested that Callahan attended a ceremony, similar to George.  According to the man, he didn't actually have a lot of friends here.  He always sat in the front, and always left in a hurry.  George happened to be seated right beside his usual seat.  Callahan confessed that he wasn't sure why he started a conversation with him, due to his introverted personality.