But We're Not Normal

Wavering

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@DOTDUpdates
Is there a possibility of a blooming romance between @DreamWasTaken and @KeresHexxOff ?
[an image of Dream and Keres hugging goodbye. Dream's eyes are closed and his eyebrows are lightly furrowed]
[Keres blushing and gesturing as she asks Dream something. Dream is smiling teasingly]
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@Dreamswife
She's not me but at least she not George 😌
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@JeThrowMeAway
Don't let Ophelia see this
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@fleepfloop
Don't let George see this
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@Sapnap
I think he already has
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George trusts Clay. With his heart, with his life, with his everything. George trusts Clay. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

They looked good together. She fit well in his arms, George could see that. Anyone could see that. He'd like to say she didn't fit quite as well as he did but he wasn't all that sure any more.

But just because they looked good together doesn't mean they would be good together. Doesn't mean they'd be better than George and Clay. Doesn't mean Clay would be happier with her. Doesn't mean Clay would chose her over George.

Clay would have a reason. He'd text or call George at some point, as soon as he's free, and he'd explain his reason and assure George that he loves him. And George would understand. Clay would tell George he loves him and George would understand. George just had to wait until Clay was free.

George heard his phone buzz and he scrabbled to grab it, scaring Mew away in the process. He knew Clay would have a reason. George felt his heart flutter as he picked up his phone and turned it on to see the notification.

Then his heart dropped back.

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27/9/20

Snapmap
Hey
5:07pm
You good?
5:07pm

Georg
Yeah
5:09pm
Why wouldn't I be?
5:09pm

Snapmap
No reason
5:11pm
Just thought I'd check in on my best bud
5:11pm

Georg
Sounds fake
5:11pm
Thank you
5:13pm

Snapmap
Always
5:13pm
Idiot
5:13pm

Georg
Couldn't just be nice, could you?
5:13pm

Snapmap
Nope
5:13pm
Seen

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George felt slightly guilty at the dark shroud of disappointment that swallowed his chest upon the realisation that it was Nick and not Clay who had messaged. But it was fine. Clay would message at some point. He was just busy. Clay was busy, so George would be busy until Clay was free again.

First, George busied himself with making dinner. It was an easy, practiced ordeal that he'd done a hundred times and then a hundred times more. George didn't think about making muffins with Clay at all.

Then, George busied himself with eating dinner. For once, he let Mew sit up on the table beside him, if only for some company. George kept his phone face down on the table so he wouldn't be tempted to check it and ate in silence. It didn't feel like there was something missing.