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sapnap watches from the armchair in their lounge, trying to sneak glances so it didn't seem like he was staring or judging.

dream was curled up on the couch with his head on george's thigh and a blanket draped over him, fluffy and way too big for how tightly he's holding himself in a ball.

the blonde's eyes are wide, fixed on the tv as the cartoon characters move around, cracking jokes and trying to solve some mystery that sapnap refuses to pay attention to.

dream only opened up to sapnap about his age regression a few weeks ago and he's very very gradually getting used to slipping with the ravenette around.

sapnap knows that it's because dream thinks he will make fun of him. sapnap has a habit of making jokes about just about anything, that's true, but it almost hurts that dream thinks that would apply to his coping mechanism. sapnap would never make fun of him for that, not in a million years.

not when dream looks so cute.

george and sapnap had been talking about it a few nights ago, under the false premise that sapnap wanted to educate himself better on the coping mechanism. it wasn't true, since he'd already spent hours upon hours researching anything he could. really, what he wanted to know about was dream's age regression.

unintentionally, george gave away a lot. he explained the various ages to sapnap, mentioning how dream usually slipped to babyspace but hasn't been over the past few weeks (sapnap knows that's his fault). he also told sapnap about comfort items, casually mentioning dream's creeper teddy and pacifier.

sapnap was yet to see either of these items.

he watched george's hand card through dream's hair and imagined the gentle feeling against his own scalp. the thought alone made him shiver.

"georgie?"

his voice sounded so small and scared, sapnap noticed, and he only just about managed to stop staring when dream nervously looked in his direction, clearly wanting to see if sapnap was judging him.

the ravenette fixed his gaze on the kid's show.

"yeah, bug, what's up?" george asks, dropping his phone down on the free cushion beside him as he looks down at the blond.

"uhm..." sapnap can feel dream's gaze on him and uses all of his strength not to look back. the blond quietly says, "can i have a drink? please!"

the ravenette's heart swooned at the way he tacked on the please, as if forgetting it would be a criminal offence.

"yeah, of course," george agreed, tapping dream's shoulder to prompt him to move slightly as he shuffled out from under him. "what would you like? milk?"

dream moved to sit up without george's presence, his gaze burning into the side of sapnap's face as he replied, "uhm, no. water is okay, please."

"alright, bug."

george made his way out of the room after that, his socked feet pattering slightly on the wooden floors as he trailed off to the kitchen.