dream is busy and george misses him. they talk about it :)
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Dream is working from the living room couch today instead of sitting cooped up in his office, and George knows he's doing it for his sake. That he feels bad for being so busy lately and this is his way of meeting George in the middle. To show that he has time for him, too.
It's sweet, and such a Dream thing to do, and George smiles to himself as he goes and sits on the other end of the couch.
He chooses his cozy spot in the corner and stretches his legs out toward Dream, settling down to chill on his phone for a couple of hours while Dream works.
An hour passes, and he's fine, but then another passes, and George starts to get antsy. Bored, if you will.
Dream hasn't moved at all except for pulling one leg up a little, and George is as impressed as he is slightly annoyed at his ability to focus for so long without a break.
He pokes his toes into Dream's thigh and watches Dream's hand come down and wrap loosely around his ankle, his thumb stroking distractedly at the bare skin there.
George sighs and puts his phone away, letting his head fall to the side onto the couch pillow.
"I'm bored, Dream."
Dream glances at him briefly. A second and a half, if George had to guess.
"Well," he muses. "You could always go do something."
To that, George pokes Dream's thigh again, pointing his feet a little extra, and Dream's fingers tighten around his foot, holding it in place.
He turns to George again, smiling softly, if not a little tiredly.
"George," he says.
"What?" George says, smiling back at him, even though he knows exactly what Dream means.
"No one's forcing you to be bored. Go do something you wanna do."
George looks at him, taking in the softness of him; his face in the glow of his laptop screen and his hair, a little messy from the day.
"But I don't know what I want to do," he says, feeling sheepish.
Dream gives him a look. "I can't plan your days out for you, George."
"Well I'm not asking you to, am I," George counters, immediately regretting how harsh he made it sound.
Dream's gentle gaze on him doesn't falter, though. "I know that. I'm just saying, we have lots of friends here you can make plans with– you have lots of friends here." He squeezes George's leg. "Call them, invite them here, meet them for drinks– I don't know. Whatever you want."
He strokes his thumb across George's ankle again, and George almost wants to pout.
"But I don't want to spend all my time with other people," he says honestly. "I want to spend time with you."
Dream seems to melt a little at that. "But you don't want that, George. Not really. You're bored, you said it yourself. I'm boring you."
George frowns. "You're not boring me," he's quick to correct. He didn't say that, did he?
"Okay, well, my schedule is. You know what I mean."
"No," George pokes his feet into Dream's leg again, letting them rest there this time. "That's not the same thing. I literally could do nothing– like actually nothing, with you and still not be bored."
Dream smiles. "I know. We've done that."
"Exactly."
George doesn't look away from him as Dream takes his hand and starts petting his thumb in the palm of it in the way he does when George needs reassurance. It works a bit like magic every time.
George twines their fingers together, and Dream meets his gaze again.
"You don't bore me," he says again, just to really underline it.
Dream laughs, fond and a little exasperated. "I know, baby. I get it, I promise."
"You're my favorite person," George adds, making Dream laugh again.
"Yes, I'm your favorite person, you're my favorite person, and no one's boring anyone. Good?"
George nods, a smile easing back onto his face. "Good."
Dream brings George's hand to his lips and kisses it before pushing his laptop aside and pulling George's legs into his lap instead, helping him scooch closer til they're pressed together.
As soon as he's close enough, George wraps his arms around Dream's neck, and then they're both holding each other and it feels like this hug is somethinng they both needed.
"I think," Dream starts after a moment. "You should go to LA for a few weeks."
George blinks at him. "Alone?"
"I mean, you won't be alone while you're there."
It takes effort to not pout again. Or frown. "But... you won't be there."
"No," Dream says, patient as ever. "I'll have to stay here."
George's cheeks grow warm. "so I'll miss you," he says, like an admittance.
Dream smiles again, and George loves getting to see it up close.
"I'll miss you too," he says softly. "But that's okay. Ut'll just be a few weeks, or however long you feel like."
George listens, keeping his hands busy by playing with Dream's hair curling by the nape of his neck.
"And maybe," Dream continues. "If I can work something out or get Ken to work something out– I'll fly out, too. As soon as I can."
George considers it. Considers him.
But I'll miss you, Dream, he wants to say. Again. But Dream already knows that, and deep down, George knows that a getaway like this might ultimately be good for him. For them.
So; "Okay."
Dream smiles, relaxing. "Okay."
"Just for a bit," George adds, just to make sure.
Dream nods, "Just for a bit."
"And... you'll pay for my ticket?" He uses his most hopeful voice, and Dream chuckles at his expectant smile.
"Yes, fine, I'll buy your plane ticket."
George scratches Dream's scalp gently, trying to coax some extra simp-behaviour out of him. "...First class."
Unfortunately, it doesn't work and Dream just laughs. "No."
"Okay so, business then," George tries, tilting his head.
Dream shakes his head fondly, tightening his hold around George's waist
"You're an idiot."
George raises his eyebrows, "Well? Is that a yes?"
"Fine," Dream pecks his lips. "You just love being a sugar baby, don't you."
Sure, George could object; laugh, and act all scandalized, but Dream is absolutely right. So instead of disagreeing, he just smiles and leans in for a longer kiss.
"Love you," Dream says when they pull away for a moment. "You're my favorite."
George's smile widens, "No you."
And Dream kisses him again. And again.
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