Living Together // DNF

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*TW: mentions of drug use/overdose* (sry it's a sad one)

Dream woke early the next morning, pulled from sleep by muffled sounds coming from behind the closed bathroom door. The sun had only just barely risen, but the bed beside him was empty and cold, as if George hadn't been there for quite some time.

Concerned, Dream pushed himself up from the bed, yawning as he made his way over to the bathroom. Knocking gently, he called out, "George? Are you okay?"

George only groaned quietly in response, so Dream asked, "is it okay if I come in?"

He heard George grumble a yes before he twisted the handle and pushed the door open, seeing George sitting on the cold tile floor by the toilet, leaning against the wall with his head cradled in his hands.

Dream knew the feeling all too well, and he quickly turned back around to grab the still full glass of water he had left on the nightstand. He brought it into the bathroom with him, grabbing some medicine from the cabinet and kneeling down beside the brunette.

"Here, George," Dream spoke quietly, keeping his voice soft, "take these, they'll help with the headache."

George moved his hands away from his face, his fingers shaky as he reached for the medicine and the glass of water. He kept his eyes cast down, not even looking up at Dream as he put the pills in his mouth and then drank some of the water, handing it back to Dream as he quietly muttered, "thanks."

Dream only nodded, an uneasy feeling flooding his chest because George was still acting distant, just like he had been the night before. He set the glass down on the counter before sitting down on the floor near George, keeping to his own space although he wanted to pull the brunette into his arms and comfort him.

He stayed quiet, watching as George ran his hands over his face, eyes closing as he leaned his head back against the wall for a moment. And when he opened his eyes back up, Dream could see tears just beginning to form in the corners of his brown eyes, his eyes dropping down as he exhaled a shaky breath.

"George," Dream spoke quietly, his voice full of concern, "is everything okay?"

George shook his head, his eyes still cast down towards the tiled floor. He was quiet for a few more moments, sniffling and wiping tears from his face before he finally answered, "I'm fine, I just feel really hungover. I didn't even drink that much, I don't know what happened."

Dream nodded, but he wasn't convinced, knowing there had to be more to it for George to be this visibly upset. He didn't want to upset him further, but he sighed quietly before responding, "I don't know, George. I saw a snapchat of you chugging straight from a bottle of vodka, seems like you might've drank more than you realized."

George's eyes finally lifted to meet Dream's, and they were clouded with confusion as he furrowed his eyebrows together and shook his head.

"No, Dream, I swear," George said, "I told myself I would have one drink, hang out for a bit, and then leave. But the last thing I remember was having the one drink, dancing for a little bit, and then everything else is hazy."

Dream leaned forward a bit as he said, "so you only remember the one drink? Did you leave your drink somewhere, George? Someone could have put something in it."

George shook his head in response, but he stopped as his eyes grew wider, face flushing pink as his eyes dropped back down.

"George?" Dream asked quietly, but George only groaned, his hands covering his face and muffling his voice as he said, "after I made my drink, I left it on the counter while I was talking to..."