Separation Anxiety

Chapter Seven | Fine...

⚠️ cw: eating disorder!

George woke up to Dream's watchful gaze, feeling the warmth radiating from him as George found himself once again in close proximity to him.

George reluctantly got out of bed, realizing that he needed to stop this behavior. Snuggling with a friend is not normal, after all. It had been a few days since Dream's hospitalization, and he was starting to recover.

Maybe it was time for him to go home?

A part of George didn't want him to leave, but honestly, his dad gave George the creeps.

Why did Clay hide from his dad that one time?

Despite George's conflicting emotions, he knew he couldn't continue sleeping with him like this

George decided to cut short his inner rant and headed for the shower. Deep down, he knew Dream had to go home eventually, but he didn't want him to. As the warm water enveloped George he sighed, feeling conflicted.

Why did Dream have to make things so complicated?

After George's shower, he knew to gather his courage to tell Dream to go home. It wouldn't be easy, but it was necessary. "Uh, Dream?" George asked hesitantly, and Dream turned to him, his eyes full of curiosity. "How are you feeling?" George looked down at the ground, feeling his inner conflict rise.

Every fiber of his being was telling him not to do this.

"Much better," Dream replied with a smile, and George couldn't help but sigh in relief. "Are you able to go home?" George scratched the back of his neck, avoiding Dream's gaze.

Dream's face dropped, and he looked at George straight in the eyes, searching for something. "Yeah. I'm fine, no worries George," Dream spoke, living George with a pang of guilt.

Dream smiled weakly, but George could detect traces of fear in his eyes. "Are you alright, Dream?" George asked with concern, noting his instant attempt to shake it off.

"Yeah. I'm fine," Dream replied with a small smile, but I could tell he was lying again. "I mean, if you really want to stay, it doesn't bother me," George chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood with a laugh.

"No, George, I can go home; I'm feeling much better. I'm sure my father misses me anyway," Dream tried to sound nonchalant, but George could sense his unease.

George decided to quickly change the subject."Anyways, want to play Minecraft?" George laughed nervously. "Yeah, it sounds fun."Dream smiled.

They ended up playing Minecraft for several hours, losing track of time. Dream then surprised George by deciding to make lunch for them.

As he moved around the kitchen, George couldn't help but notice how skilled he was at cooking. In fact, he was probably the best cook George had ever met. George realized, as he looked at him closely, that he appeared quite skinny.

Does he not eat much?

George couldn't shake off the nagging concern, but he didn't want to pry. George enjoyed the delicious meal Dream had prepared, all the while keeping a watchful eye on him, silently hoping that he was taking care of himself properly.

"Dream, do you cook a lot for your dad at home?" George asked, and Dream dropped what he was using on the floor, looking up at George. He frowned for a moment before managing a smile. "Yeah, quite often."

"Anyways, be right back," he spoke, rushing off to the restroom. Worry washed over George, and he considered following him, but ultimately decided against it.