Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Moving day

Dream's POV
I don't feel safe. I saw the mark on George's back. I know he also has a chip in him. Techno has us blocked and there's nothing I can do. I can't live in the cabin anymore. Mostly because it's rubble, but the memories hurt as well. Me and George decided to move into one of George's family homes. We had fun during our swim lessons there, why not live there?

We pulled into the driveway to see George's dad standing at the door with a cigar. We got out and George smiled.
"Dad! It's good to see you!" George yelled and ran to him. I went around to the trunk and started hauling stuff out.
"Clay! Come join us!" George called out.
"Can't! Carrying stuff in!" I yelled.
"Let the help do that!" George's dad said. I put down the box I was carrying and awkwardly made my way over to the rest of the family.

"Hey..." I tried but it just sounded wrong when I said it. George hugged his dad.
"We can't thank you enough for putting us up like this." George said.
"It's nothing really. I just want you to be happy and safe." His dad said and looked at me.
"Well I want that too." I said then turned away.
"Can I speak to you son?" George's dad asked me.
"Uhm, why?" I asked.
"Personal matters." He answered. I looked at George and he nodded. I sighed and walked into the house with him. He led me into the kitchen and finally started talking.

"What are you doing?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.
"With my son. Why are you still here?" He asked.
"We're engaged. We sent you the announcement right?" I asked.
"Oh, I received it. Then I saw my son covered in bruises on that doorstep." He said. I sighed.
"That wasn't me. The same person that destroyed our cabin kidnapped George." I explained.
"A likely story." He said.
I put my hand on his shoulder.
"I know you think I'm that same bastard who blackmailed you, but even I would never stoop so low as to stab George in the arm and leave a bruise across his entire torso. I love him." I explained. George's dad took a deep breath.

"I heard your brother died." He said. And I looked down.
"I still miss him." I said.
"I get it. My wife died, remember?" He said and I laughed.
"Yeah. Sorry about that." I said.
"Don't apologize. You were right." He said and I raised my eyebrows.
"I was?" I asked.
"Yes. I never supported my boy growing up. Then I got mad at him for getting himself an overprotective tough guy to fall for. That's why I want you to have this." He said and took off his watch. He handed it to me.
"Thanks sir." I said.
"Call me dad." He said.
"Okay, dad." I said back.

Back outside George was helping move boxes. I jumped in and stared helping as well.
"So, how was the talk?" George asked.
"He accused me of beating you then gave me his watch." I said. George raised his eyebrows.
"How did you actually get the watch?" George asked.
"He gave it to me." I said.
"Just... like that. You didn't steal it?" George asked I dropped my box.
"What was that?" I asked and George dropped his box.
"I'm just saying that you stealing seems more plausible than my dad giving things away." George said.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Clay, don't you remember how many times we had to ask my dad to pay for my return? At least I know you're capable of stealing, I just never thought my dad was capable of giving." George said.
"That... makes a lot of sense." I said and picked up my box again. We dragged both boxes up to the bedroom.

"Why would he give you something? His watch as well?" George asked.
"You seem a bit hung up on this." I say and start unpacking the box.
"He didn't do anything close to that with Nick." George said.
"Does Nick matter?" I asked. George opened his mouth as if to say something then he saw my expression and stopped. We unpacked in silence for a bit.

"I'm gonna ask him. I can't stop thinking about it." George said and ran out. I finished unpacking and went out of the house to get more boxes. As I was leaving I saw George crying on the step.
"You okay?" I asked and George looked up at me then moved over to let me sit next to him.
"My dad's the worst." George said.
"Got nothing to compare him to." I said.
"Sure I do. I felt like the cabin was my home. This feels like my dads place. It feels like I'm a couch surfer." George explained.
"It's just new. We'll make some new memories here, then it'll feel like home." I said and he looked away.
"I'm not sure." George said and started crying again.
"What's going on? What happened to you?" I asked and George took a deep breath.

"First I asked him about the watch. He tried to act like you stole it off him but I know he's a liar. He then got mad at me for not believing him and called me... some names." George explained. I took the watch off and smashed it on the ground. George laughed.
"He's gonna want that back." George laughed.
"What's he gonna do? Force me to conjure another?" I answered. George kissed me immediately.
"I knew I loved you." George said.
"I love you too." I answered.