"You called me?"
"Mhm," George mumbles softly, "was... that okay?"
"It's more than okay," Clay reads the tone and speaks back just as soft, if not more so, "are you...?"
"Mhm," the brunette hums again, Clay can tell he's sleepy. He doesn't mind. Instead he laces his words with softness and clouds, hoping to soothe the older.
"Did you call for a reason or...? It's okay if not, I don't mind either way cause I like talking to you."
George yawns before answering, it's one of those soft kitten yawns and Clay has to stop himself from squealing in adoration and adorableness, "Was hard t'read. Wan'ed to keep tawlkin' though."
"That's okay, Gogy," Clay can't help the proud smile that George trusted him enough to call for a second night in a row and he wonders if this was going to be a reoccurring thing. Not that he would mind. He would never turn away the brunette. In the short time he knew him, he had grown a soft spot for the guy. "Are you sleepy?"
"Mhm."
"Why don't you get into bed?" Clay asks quietly, maybe it's the atmosphere, the soft shuffling on the other side of the phone or the quietness of his own house but all he has is a want to stay hushed for the brunette on call with him. "I'll stay on call obviously but I think you'd be super comfy in bed."
George hums once more, this one longer, less controlled.
"Gogy?"
"Am gettin' in bed, dat okay?"
"That's okay, bud," the nickname slips out with ease and Clay tests the waters slowly, cautiously as though he's dipping his feet in warm water that he's been told is freezing cold, "Would you like me to tell you stories again, sweetheart?"
The call is silent for a moment and Clay's heart drops, he's just about to spam Sapnap that he had fucked everything up when he hears soft giggling on the other side of the phone.
"Like dat."
Relief washes over him.
"The name?"
"Mhm, is dat okay?"
"Of course it is," Clay is more comfortable this time, his stomach swells excitedly at the thought of George's grin. If this was George Davidson, which he was 99.9% sure it was, he was doing that adorable lip bite smile that he had seen him do a few times in the library when talking to Karl. "Sweetheart."
George's laugh is quiet but audible and makes Clay want to give the boy everything he's ever owned. "Are you in some comfy clothes?"
"Not yet, w's brushin' my teeth."
"That's okay, take your time."
George beams to himself as he puts his toothbrush back, shuffling around before returning to the phone and slipping into bed, "am in bed now. Gots my ni-light on!"
"A nightlight? That's so cool! What's it like?"
"Lotsa colours, not too bright though."
Clay chuckles softly, he was certain he had a similar one when he was younger. He imagines he does anyways.
"That's super cool, maybe one day I'll be able to see it too."
George hums tiredly, "I'd like dat."
A few minutes into George's first story, Dream hears the remnants of soft snoring and he smiles wide, mumbling tiredly, "Night, sweetheart."
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