Hybrid (DreamNotFound)

Say It.

George POV

I was sat on a rolling chair beside Dream's right side. I kept my hands to myself the whole time while I just stare at him. Study his face's features while I got the golden opportunity.

I always wanted to do that, but was never too confident enough to do so. I mean, just silently staring at eachother has got to be one of the most awkward things ever. Never experienced it before, but it's just obvious that it will be like that.

I feel like I wanna avoid all awkward situations with Dream because for some reason they're so much worse. To the point I can't properly function.

I wonder why.

Seeing Dream's chest rise and fall so peacefully, looking like he's just sleeping makes me feel calm.

Just looking at his bare chest reminds me that I have forgotten Dream's hoodie back in the room! I'd have to get that soon again before someone puts it elsewhere and it ends up getting lost. Or I can just ask Wilbur to get it for me once he returns since he isn't busy right now.

I sigh "Dream?" I try to speak to him. Maybe he's awake and just refuses to open his eyes. Who knows.

But I wasn't getting an answer, no sign of consciousness.

I lift my hand a little as I intensly stare at him, then I get a hold of his right hand. I kept looking for an answer from him, but it didn't seem like I'd be getting any.

"Oh Dream..." I look to our hands, gently playing with his. I put mine spread over his on top, comparing the two different sizes. His was so much bigger.. The fact that something like this is possible in the first place is amazing for me to see.

Then I watch how I intertwine my hand with his hand and my stomach felt like it almost turned upside down.

I let go after that light burning feeling in my stomach that occurred.

I could swear those were... butterflies.

I'm not an idiot. There's no other explanation for that overwhelming event in my stomach.

The more I think about that, the more my heart jumps in to play crazy too. I think I'm starting to understand what the hell is up with me.

But I feel guilty. I feel so damn guilty for having my body react like that.

But, surely not... Surely this isn't what I'm thinking. I'm probably just lonely, happy about affection that I'm finally being able to experience?

It doesn't make sense.. He isn't even doing anything right now.

I look upsetly at him. Then I cover my face in my hands and let out a frustrated groan.

"Dream, can you believe it?" I look at his face for a moment again.

His hand catches my attention once again though.

I stare at it, just examining it with my eyes for a good while.

It's like a curse. I let my hand trace over Dream's hand lightly, almost ghosting the skin. Then yet again I intertwine them.

It's like as if the first ever time doing that when he was still fully conscious wasn't enough. I can't believe that I did that though, pulled off that move. Who even does that??

"I like holding your hand, I hope you don't mind.." I spoke very quietly. I held his with my other hand on top to make his fingers rest between my knuckles.

I bury my face into my elbow and just sit there, holding his hand, imagining he's doing it on his own in return just how he did it every other times when we held hands.