behind closed doors

truths

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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"let's play truths."

it's nearly three in the morning and neither boy seem to care that they need to be awake for school in less than four hours time.

dream is laying horizontally on his bed, so his knees are bent and his head is dangling slightly off of the edge. he feels a little lightheaded from being upside down like he is but it's not discomforting enough for him to want to move.

sapnap sits beside him, on the floor with his back up against the side of the bed. if dream was to move over a few inches, he'd be able to lay his head quite comfortably on sapnap's shoulder.

"what?" the blond says, dropping his phone blindly up onto the bed and looking over to squint at his friend, tired and confused.

"let's play truths," sapnap repeats unhelpfully. "truths, twenty-one questions, whatever you want to call it," he shrugs, "but like, you have to answer."

"why?" dream questions suspiciously, "have you got stuff you want to ask?"

"yeah, kinda," sapnap shrugs.

"okay then, fine," dream agrees, flopping his head back so he is looking upside down at the corner of his room. "go."

"you go first," sapnap says, suddenly sounding a little shy.

dream hums in thought, trying to urge his tired mind to come up with a question he is actually interested in. "why won't you eat mushy food?" he asks.

"i don't know exactly," sapnap shrugs. "i threw up after christmas dinner one time when i was a kid and since then there's just been certain foods i can't bring myself to eat," he explains to the best of his ability, not even really understanding it himself.

"is it an eating disorder?"

sapnap snorts at the unfiltered question. "wow dream, we're really jumping straight into the deep end?"

"well?" dream prompts, nudging sapnap's shoulder with his head, "is it?"

sapnap shrugs. "no, i don't think so. i think it's just a silly me thing," he answers, "it's not serious enough to be like a disorder."

dream hums, sounding mildly interested.

"okay my turn," sapnap says, shifting to cross his legs so he'd be more comfortable. "have you got anxiety?" he asks, memories of dream's argument with his brother running back to him.

"no," dream laughs, as if the question is ridiculous. "i haven't got anxiety, i just like- i've had panic attacks, but not like properly."

"wait, really?"

"yeah," dream shrugs dismissively.