Dream thinks that maybe everything would be better if he wasn't always the problem.
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Dream stumbled through the foyer, past the living room and into the kitchen. George and Sapnap stared at him from the couch, the two of them sharing a blanket while watching something on the tv. Dream couldn't hear whatever was playing over the static in his ears. The sound of the kitchen drawers opening was agonizing. He just needed some tylenol. Why couldn't he find the damn tylenol?
"Dreamy, you okay?" Sapnap wrapped his arms around Dream's waist, pulling him in lovingly. He would've jumped if it didn't feel like his head was going to pop from his headache.
"I'm fine. Head jus' hurts," he slurs. He finally opened the right drawer and grabbed the entire bottle out.
"You don't really sound fine. How much did you drink, baby?"
"I don't know. Jus'- Just leave me alone." He pushed at Sapnap's wrist to make him let go, heading to his room with his tylenol in hand.
He kicked off his shoes at the bottom of the stairs and resorted to walking on the front of his feet the rest of the way. The sound of his heels hitting the floor made a storm begin in his skull.
He didn't mean to brush Sapnap off like that, but he needed a nap. It was too hard to think.
Dream's room was dark when he opened the door, making him sigh in relief. He tossed his beanie somewhere and collapsed onto the bed, uncaring if his clothes were gross and dirty from the bar.
He did care, really, he felt gross and dirty. But he couldn't muster up the energy to get changed.
Sapnap and George have previously reminded him to change when he got home from a bar, and usually he did.
Anytime he forgot, Sapnap and George would carefully remind him about his clothes before helping him get undressed.
They'd be so gentle with him, tell him they love him. But Dream knew they were starting to get annoyed with him. Why would they care about someone that couldn't even take care of himself?
He knew there was an easy solution to this. And he had to prepare himself to make that jump. He didn't know how he'd be able to move on, though. Move out? Or maybe Sapnap and George would move out to LA, it'd be more convenient for them.
And Dream would be alone.
It's fine. No one needs to move out. They could- They could all still live together. Even if it hurt him more in the end, Dream–selfishly–couldn't bear to see how much happier they'd be without him.
Before he could get too much deeper into his spiral, his mattress dipped on either side of him and two pairs of hands settled on his body. Sapnap's hands were in his hair trying to coax him into lifting his head. George held onto one of his arms, thumbs stroking the tender skin of his tricep.
"Are you alright, honey?"
"'m tired."
"Okay, that's okay. Are you able to sit up so you can get changed?"
Dream tried shaking his head, but his movements were restricted from the bed sheets.
"Okay... Can we at least get your jeans off? Those can't be very comfy." Their annoyance was getting worse, he could tell. He wanted them to stop touching him.
He shook his head again.
"Why're you being so stubborn, idiot? You're gonna smell like alcohol." Why would he call him that now? Couldn't George tell he wasn't in the mood?
