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10

George

"How's your arm feeling, Dream?" Sapnap asks. 

We're all chilling on Karl's couch on the same day. It's a surprisingly warm Sunday evening, the sun still out. Getting close to spring I suppose. Karl has supplied us with snacks and I just hope that the recent time Dream and I had together isn't obvious. I've covered the mark on my neck with a couple band-aids, the story being that I was hurt in the alleyway fight. I'm trying my best just to sit down and stay down but isn't it weird if I don't move? 

I become aware that I am positively overthinking this.

"It's a little sore" Dream says, lifting it up. The new skin in some spots are pink, healing still. He took the bandage off at my house.

"It seemed fine when-" I start but then pull up as Dream elbows me, his eyes firm but a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth so I know he's not mad at me.

"When?" Sapnap asks, clearly interested.

"...When he was cutting up an apple at my house" I say eventually.

"If it's alright, I'm going to go steal a pen from your room Karl" Dream says abruptly. "George come help me pick a colour"

I think that's code for we need to talk about you shutting the fuck up. 

"O-okay" Karl says, a little confused with the change of pace.

"Yep, sure" I say, getting up as quickly as my legs let me. I feel Karl and Sapnap's eyes on me as I follow Dream upstairs. Every step is a little painful but I make it and he closes the door quietly behind me. 

"Cutting up an apple?" Dream laughs. "What type of lie is that?" 

His laugh brings me so much joy but I feel my cheeks heat regardless. "I'm sorry, I'm not great at thinking on the spot"

"It's alright" Dream says. "You just don't have the wit that I do" he flashes a small grin. "Help me pick a colour would you?"

"Do you even need a pen?" I ask. Dream raises his eyebrows, an amused expression crossing his face.

"Do you really think that?" he asks, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. "Do you really?"

I give a wry laugh. "Well, no" 

Dream digs through several small containers on Karl's desk, satisfied when he finds a black pen. He holds it up triumphantly and I smirk.

"Thought you were more of a green type of guy" I say. 

He gives me another amused look. "Ha ha" 

Dream turns away to face the door, his fingers closing around the nob. I follow him but he stalls as he drops the pen. It makes a soft thump as it hits the carpet, bouncing once before it rolls to a stop. I reach down to get it at the same time Dream does, our fingers touching and even though I've been with Dream for a few days now, touching his hand still sends a thrill through me. He looks me in the eye, another small smile crossing his face.

"You seem a little nervous around me now" he says, both of us still bent over, the pen on the ground now a forgotten thought. "Did I do something?"

I shake my head, feeling a little guilty. "No of course not! You've made me very happy, I just don't know how to express it"

Dream's smile gets bigger, his eyes sparking a little. "You are a bad liar George" he says. "You are happy but I have made you nervous" Dream's fingers intertwine with mine now. "Is it because of what I did to you back at your house?"