Sleepy Buddies [REWRITE] //Dreambur

Chapter 23- A Change of Plans

Word Count- 2972

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"Dream. Dream."

"Mmmmm?" The world was foggy, his mind whirring as it tried to restart (I just described a brain like a computer, deal with it).

"Wake up! We need to talk," Will whispered. Dream's eyes fluttered open and he stretched, rolling his shoulders back. He felt very warm and sleepy, his mind grasping at Wilbur's scared tone with little enthusiasm.

"Five more minutes," he muttered, trying to turn over. Wilbur grabbed his shoulder, pulling him onto his back. Dream groaned and groggily tried to hit him.

"No. It's about last night."

"What even happened last night," Dream asked, his words sticking together like honey. "And why does it matter?"

Wilbur held up a knife with blood on it, spinning it over his fingers and letting it flash in the lamplight. Dream looked at it in confusion, trying to get his fried brain to cooperate. Knife. Blood. Yes. Something happened. Right. Ummmm...

"This ringing a bell?"

"...not really?"

"I cut you," Wilbur said clearly, nodding at Dream's arm. He glanced down at the bandage, his confusion only growing. "Pretty deeply too."

"Okay, and," Dream asked, pushing himself upright with his good arm. "People try to kill me all the time, no biggie."

Wilbur stood abruptly, getting out of the bed and storming over to the window. Dream almost laughed at how over the top he was acting, but managed to keep the laugh down. Wilbur was obviously distressed and getting laughed at would probably only light the fuse. Wait. Something with explosions, right?

"Come on Will, it's really-,"

"Don't say 'nothing'," Will snapped, wheeling around with an angry snarl. Dream felt himself sink into the bed. "Is almost getting killed the same as going out for breakfast for you? Tell me Dream, has anyone else this close in your life tried to kill you?"

"I'm sure it's happened once or twice," Dream said uncertainly. Wilbur's derisive snort made him shrivel.

"Don't lie Dream, don't lie to me."

"Calm down Will," Dream said, getting up and kicking off the sheets. "No, none of my partners have tried to kill me before. But," he added when Will glared, "none of them have been like you before."

"That's a shit excuse," Will snapped.

"It's not an excuse," Dream responded as calmly as he could. He ran his hands up and down Will's arms, staring out the window at the cloudy yard. "You are unlike anyone I have ever dated. You're never going to be perfect, and that's alright with me. I'm sure this is something we can work through."

"Dream-,"

"And I don't want an apology, I want answers. All of them."

"I wasn't going to apologize," Wilbur snarked.

"Good. I still want answers though."

The resounding sigh made him raise an eyebrow, and Wilbur slumped in defeat.

"Fine, fine, you win. Meet me out back when you're ready."

Dream nodded, watched him step out, and leaned against the wall with a relieved sigh. Wilbur was scaring the living shit out of him, with all the brusque mannerisms and angry tones. He pulled a fresh shirt and pants on, then stepped out of the room.