Heavenstruck (Guardian Angel AU)

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The transition from friends to something more undefinable had been surprisingly fluid. Dream supposed that was what happened when best friends became something else.

"Wow, they're just gonna forget about the dead guy they just saw?" George snorted, pausing to eat a spoonful of rice.

Dream's gaze stayed glued to the television screen, but he hoped his disappointment was apparent even without an annoyed sigh paired with it.

Neither of the two had stopped to take a breather from life until this week. Even after quitting his traditional job, keeping up with YouTube was more taxing than Dream initially thought it would've been, from scripting all the way to publishing. And George—honestly, Dream didn't know what George was up to. The only evidence he had of George's frantic work was random strings of code on his desktop when he woke up in the morning. Sometimes it made sense, sometimes it didn't. It was George's business anyway; Dream didn't try to decode it.

Now, life was slow again, even if just for this one peaceful moment of sitting down to watch a movie and eat dinner together.

Well, "dinner" was a strong word for leftover takeout. And "peaceful" was a strong word for whatever was happening now.

"I'm just saying," George said, "they come across a corpse and immediately—oh, what? Where'd they go?"

Dream felt his jaw clench. "Maybe you'd know if you stopped talking over the movie."

"Why're you complaining? There's subtitles right there."

"Then you should know what's going on."

"What, you expect me to be able to read?"

Okay, Dream had to smile at that. And judging by the smirk on George's face, George knew he already won. Prick.

'Wait, who's that guy?" George asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the screen.

The man's name was on the screen. The man's name was literally on the screen. But George sounded way too genuine to be asking to annoy him. What was happening? Was George truly this blind or was he just trolling?

God. This was the man he loved.

Dream took a deep breath. "That's the main character, George. You know, the guy we've been following around for the last hour."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

George hummed curiously at that, and Dream felt his heart melt just a bit.

(Only a bit though. The rest of his sins were unforgivable. At least, that was what Dream told himself after he caught himself smiling too fondly at George's stupid questions.)

*

Working on a laptop wasn't optimal, but it beat sitting at his computer all day. That counted as a change of scenery, right? Moving from his bedroom to his living room?

Well, he would count it so anyway. From the spot on the couch he had curled up in, he could see Patches lying flat on the floor, most likely pretending to be asleep like the mischievous idiot she was. The blinds weren't shut yet; the taller apartment complex just across the street radiated blocks of light from certain sections of windows, and Dream couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the world was up to.