what's stopping you?

don't be scared to ask

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

dream is packing up his belongings, sliding everything away in his bag with a smile on his face, left behind from whatever pointless joke they'd just been laughing at.

meanwhile, wilbur is flicking through their project, embarrassingly desperate to try and find anything they may have missed and hoping it would call for another session of dream coming back to his.

unfortunately, it seems that they've finished pretty thoroughly, including the extra few pages that they added just to impress miss rose.

on one hand, wilbur is happy that they won't have to do any more of the same work over and over, but on the other hand he was really appreciating the excuse for them to hang out so often.

plus, today had been the best time yet! dream seems to have really relaxed since he and wilbur spoke about his trauma, and he was laughing and cracking jokes and, whilst he obviously did still seem shy, he was also so much more open. wilbur is annoyed that they've only reached this point right at the end.

"i think my mom's outside."

wilbur looks over as dream stands up, packed backpack in hand, slinging it over his shoulder in preparation to leave. the brunette curses himself for not offering to drive him home.

"alright, i'll walk you out," he says, even though it went without saying. he gets up, moving their folder to sit with his school bag so he wouldn't forget it, and pulls the door open.

they make their way downstairs in comfortable silence, but wilbur's thoughts are anything but.

he knows that, at some point in the last few weeks, he's developed feelings for dream- past the point of platonic- but he doesn't know how to deal with them, or even the extent of what they really are. plus, with knowledge of dream's trauma, he has no idea how the blond might feel towards the idea of something that isn't platonic. really, he's lost.

and now they're at the front door, and dream is pulling his shoes on.

"i'm kinda sad that we won't be hanging out as much now," wilbur blurts out, trying to sound playful and light-hearted, as if he doesn't really mean what he's saying, even though deep down the words carry much more weight.

"yeah, same," dream replies with a short laugh, kneeling down to do his laces up.

usually, dream slides his feet into his shoes without doing his laces- wilbur knows, because he always wondered if he did them up in the car- and he wonders if maybe dream is trying to long out their time together too.

"maybe we should do something together next week so it still feels like we're doing the project," wilbur suggests, his playful accent unintentionally falling away. if he didn't already sound serious enough, his left arm then moves to hold his opposite elbow, scratching anxiously.

dream shrugs, gaze still down on his shoes. "like what?"

wilbur thinks he should've thought about the answer to this question before.