It was a typical Saturday night, and George found himself sitting on the couch, his laptop balanced on his knees as he worked on editing a video. The glow from the screen cast a soft light across the dimly lit living room, the only sound the rhythmic tapping of George's fingers on the keyboard. The soft hum of the air conditioner provided a comforting background noise, but George felt an underlying tension gnawing at him. Dream had been out late, attending a work event that George had opted to skip. Now, as the clock ticked past midnight, George couldn't help but wonder when Dream would be home. Despite his engrossment in his work, he felt a twinge of loneliness, missing the presence of his best friend.
Finally, the sound of a key turning in the lock broke the silence, and George's heart leapt in his chest. He set his laptop aside and looked up just as Dream walked through the door, looking slightly disheveled but with a tired smile on his face. Dream's blond hair was mussed, his tie askew, and the exhaustion was evident in his eyes.
"Hey, you're back," George said, his voice filled with relief and warmth. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at the sight of Dream.
"Yeah, finally. It was a long night," Dream replied, kicking off his shoes and dropping his keys on the table. He walked over to the couch and plopped down next to George, leaning his head back and closing his eyes for a moment. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of the outdoors filled the room.
"How was it?" George asked, curiosity piqued.
Dream sighed, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at George. "It was alright. Lots of talking, lots of smiling. You know how it is."
George nodded, understanding all too well the demands of social events. He could see the exhaustion in Dream's eyes, the weight of the evening still lingering. Without thinking, he reached out and placed a comforting hand on Dream's shoulder.
"I'm glad you're home," George said softly.
Dream smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Me too. I missed you."
A comfortable silence settled between them, the unspoken bond they shared filling the space with warmth. George felt a surge of affection for Dream, the depth of their friendship more evident than ever. And as he sat there, a thought began to form in his mind, a thought he had been pushing aside for far too long.
Dream shifted slightly, his arm brushing against George's. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through George, heightening his awareness of how close they were. He glanced at Dream, taking in the way his eyelashes rested against his cheeks and the faint stubble on his jawline.
"Dream, there's something I need to tell you," George began, his voice trembling slightly with nerves.
Dream's eyes widened, his curiosity piqued. "What is it, George?"
George took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I... I've been thinking a lot lately. About us. About our friendship."
Dream's expression softened, a look of understanding crossing his face. "Go on," he encouraged gently.
George hesitated, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. But then, with a surge of courage, he finally let them out.
"I think I'm in love with you," George confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, Dream was silent, his eyes searching George's face as if trying to comprehend what he had just heard. And then, slowly, a smile spread across his lips.
