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Lessons Learned

Back for the last chapter before our little finale :) (it might end up being 2 chapters)

Feat: Just a lot of Tommy really, and also some wilbur (crimeboy & discduo crumbs)

TW: alcohol

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Ranboo and Tubbo walked on either side of Tommy as they made their ways back to the house. George and Dream walked behind them.

"Tommy's actually not that different drunk. Just a little less self control, I think," George says eventually.

Dream nods. "Yeah, but his self control was already like, dangerously low. He's just a bit louder."

George nods. "Yeah, I definitely see that." He smiles, just a bit, and leans against Dream as they walk. He watches as Tommy trips and bumps Tubbo, who shoves Tommy off of him as hard as he can, directly into Ranboo. Ranboo nearly loses his balance, and Tommy is already shouting profanities at Tubbo, as Ranboo's eyes go wide and he looks around like somebody is going to jump out from around a corner and scold Tommy for swearing.

George has to hold back a laugh as he watches them. He walks a bit slower, not really wanting to get back to the party yet. Dream looks down at him. "Are you alright?"

George nods, his eyes not leaving Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy.

"Are you sure? Because you've been a bit quiet since we got Tommy from the playground, and I don't know if it's the fact that he's drunk or that he was at that playground, but..." he trails off, and looks at George expectantly. "You just seem off."

George finally realizes he's stopped walking, and he looks up at Dream, smiling. "I'm alright. It was just a weird moment when we walked there, and I saw it, and it looks the same. Which makes sense, the playground probably wouldn't change a lot after just a few months, but it was weird. Which feels kind of stupid," he rambles, knowing he's not making much sense. He looks at his hand again, as the pale white scar across the palm of his hand.

Dream nods slowly. "So you're alright... It was just... seeing the playground after last time?" His eyes flicker to George's hand and the scar, and he recalls the day George and him had gone to the park and sat around and talked for a bit, and then Dream met George's uncle for the first time, under obviously terrible circumstances.

George nods. "Yeah. But I'm not super upset about it. It was like having déjà vu, though." He shrugs. "We should probably just go catch up with those three. And maybe drive them home."

Dream nods, and he pulls George close to his side and wraps an arm around his waist. When they return to the house, the music can almost be heard outside, and there are more cars out front. Dream's attention is pulled from the house to Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo, who were standing outside the house.

"People are in there having a good time! Why can't I?" Tommy complains.

"Because you're irresponsible as fuck and drunk, dipshit" "Because we care about you, Tommy" Tubbo and Ranboo say at the same time.

Tommy frowns. "I'm not going home yet!"

"Yeah, you are." George says with a smile. "Dream will drive you guys back. It's late, and it's not that we don't trust Ranboo to drive, it's that we don't trust you two—" he points at Tubbo and Tommy "— to not make him crash."

Tubbo looks at his phone. "We were supposed to be back a half hour ago. And Tommy, Phil's gonna beat your ass for coming home late and drunk."

"Phil's old. He's like a dinosaur. If we're quiet, he can't see us."