count on me

the distance between us

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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dream is surprised by the knock on his door, since he was sure that sapnap was already asleep long ago. "yeah?"

the door pushes open to reveal george.

"oh hey georgie," the blond greets, looking back at his phone screen. "why'd you knock?" he asks, confused since george practically lived in this room now and only left to use his pc set-up.

george feels like he can't close the door because he wants a quick escape route in case he needs one, but he also doesn't want to risk being overheard so he pushes it gently shut. "can i talk to you?" the brit asks, horrified by how rough his own voice sounds. he swallows around the tension growing in his throat in hopes to save face.

dream looks up again, worry painting his features. he sits up at the sight of george's scared face, discarding his phone to the side. "yeah, of course," he nods, tapping his hand on the empty half of the bed beside him, "come sit."

george moves but, instead of sitting on the bed, he goes over to sit at dream's desk, creating what feels like a world of distance between them. it makes dream's heart crack a little, threatening to break fully at whatever george might be about to say.

"what's up?" dream prompts, voice calm and gentle as he smiles across the small space to the brit.

george doesn't smile back.

"uhm, so i was talking to karl," he starts, looking down at where his fingers are tangled on his lap. he stares down as if looking at dream would be the worst thing imaginable.

the room falls silent for a moment too long and dream figures that george isn't going to continue without some soft prompting, so he says, "what were you guys talking about?"

"i was asking him about something," george says, picking at the skin around his nails and ignoring how it stings. "i was uhm- getting in my head, you know? i was thinking about stuff i shouldn't and i knew i had to talk to someone."

"you mean...?"

"yeah," george confirms, "suicide stuff."

dream nods, feeling his stomach flip. "why didn't you come to me?" he questions gently.

as soon as the answer comes, dream wished he hadn't asked- "because it was about you."

"oh," he says simply.

the room fills once more with a constricting silence, the air feeling as though it gets thicker each second that passes by. dream craves some kind of touch and he wishes so badly that george could've just sat on the bed. though, thinking about it, if he was thinking about dream then maybe george isn't going to be sitting on his bed ever again.

maybe he's breaking up with him, or moving out.

"karl told me to fuck off," george says with a short, wet laugh, the smile on his face seeming genuine even though his eyes are brimming with tears. "he said i had to talk to you about it."