One wrong move // (Discontinued) Dreamnotfound

Not feeling so Guilty Anymore

TW: Swearing, mention of killing, self blame. Comment any I'm missing --->

George POV

I followed Dream through the hallway and he led me to his room without saying a word.

Once we had entered his room he led me to the sofa and sat right next to me.

I looked at him in confusion waiting for him to explain why had brought me here. "Are you alright?" He asked in concern while taking off his mask.

Am I?

"Um..." I mumbled trying to figure out exactly what he meant by that. "Because I noticed that you seemed a little uncomfortable in the van both there and back." Dream explained.

"Well... I guess I just feel a little... Guilty?" I said quietly, trying my best to avoid direct eye contact. "Why is that?" Dream asked. "I mean... Those people... Did they really deserve to die? I mean they were probably just innocent people before all this." I looked at Dream and I saw a sudden realization flash over his eyes before they softened.

"Before. Possibly, but didn't I tell you what they do now?" Dream asked.  I shook my head no. "Will it help put you're mind at ease if I tell you? I'm not exactly sure if you want to know..." Dream trailed off.

I pondered for a moment and slowly nodded.

Dream was silent for a second before letting out a sigh. "They're the type of people who actively go out and kill people, they believe that humanity is at its' end and they believe they're just speeding up the inevitable."

My eyes widened as he spoke. So does that mean... "So... We did the right thing?" I asked hesitantly. "I mean, it depends on how you look at it. We did kill people, but if we hadn't, then many more would be sentenced to the same fate by their hands." Dream said. (It took way too long to write that one sentence and I feel like it's over the top. Too late now though.)

I looked up at Dream and he spoke again, but instead of answering one of my questions, he asked one of his own. "Do you think we did the right thing?" I paused for a moment. "Yeah... I hope so at least." I said.

"I'm glad. Do you want to watch a movie?" Dream asked changing the subject to a less dark one.

"Yeah." I happily replied.

We shifted our positions so we were now facing the television more and Dream grabbed the remote.

As the blond began flipping through movies I realized how cold I was beginning to feel.

As always, he decided to push the air conditioning to it's limits causing the room to be very cold. Though I have a hoodie on, there were no blankets in sight, so I decided to move closer to the only other known heat source in this room other than myself.

Dream.

I move to sit on his left and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

After a few moments passed and the blond had made no movement at all, even to breathe, I started to panic.

Did he feel uncomfortable or something?

(istg, you oblivious bottom I will fucking-)

Dream POV

When George moved up to practically cuddle against me, my breathing stopped and I'm pretty sure my heart did too for a second there.

Sure he's done things like this before, but before he was either scared or tired, meaning he was not entirely in the right mind. But right now, he's neither of those things. Yet here he was, side pressed against mine, and head resting on my shoulder.