space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too Close - dnf

Sleepy

As soon as George walked into Dreams home he dropped onto the blondes couch and immediately fell asleep.

Dream watched as he lugged into his home and dropped his belongings, stumbling to his couch. He chuckled, picking up George's suitcases. He doesn't have that much stuff. We'll have to go shopping at some point. He hummed to himself, walking over to the guest room in his house that started this all.

It was late night on a call, Dream and George both chatting lazily while their characters in minecraft lay idol. He wasn't sure what led to the conversation, but soon Dream was talking about how he had an extra room, and how George needed to move out of his parents house before he goes crazy.

That's how they got here, Dream laying George's stuff on the spare bed in the room. It was a bit weird, how natural all this felt. Like this was already normal, living with George. Just being with him was easy, and Dream appreciated that the most.

He walked out of the room, sitting down on his couch where George was sleeping. His limbs where sprawled out across the head of the couch, soft snores escaping himself he slept peacefully. Dream smiled, poking his friend softly. "George. Do you wanna unpack your stuff?" He murmured softly to the sleepy boy.

George let out an inaudible noise, shifting to sit up and rub his eyes. "What?" He slurred, Dream placing a hand on his shoulder. "Jeez, jet lag is really beating your ass George." He laughed, George only grumbled in return. "I said, do you wanna unpack your stuff?"

George leaned back, causing Dreams hand to slip off of his shoulder as his head hit the back of the couch. "Can't we do it later?" He slurred, Dream reaching up to run his hands through George's hair. He had always been a touchy person, and after living alone for so long he started to crave some sort of physical affection.

So now that George was here, he wasn't going to waste any chance he had at making contact with him. He didn't know if George was a touchy person, he never seemed like one over call. Dream continued to run his fingers through George's mop of brown hair, carding through knotted strands and brushing locks off of his forehead.

George leaned into the touch like a cat when they want to be pet and reach up their heads to meet their hands. "You doing that is just making me more tired." George huffed, Dream chuckling in return. "Sorry." He murmured simply, but didn't bother to stop his hands. George didn't complain. "Well, I wanted to go shopping later since you didn't bring as much as I thought you would."

"Just let me nap for a bit." The brunette murmured, Dream humming and moving his hands out of George's hair to let him lay back down. "Wait," George said, grabbing Dreams hand. "Keep doing that. I like it." He huffed. Dream felt himself burn, waiting a moment before running his hand through George's hair once more.

He pulled out his phone soon after George fell asleep, his hands still carding through George's locks. He felt something land in his lap, looking down to see Patches. "Hey," he smiled, setting down his phone and scratching Patches behind the ear. The cat chirped in response, looking over at the unfamiliar person that had arrived with Dream when he got home.

Dream followed his cats gaze, eyes landing on George. He smiled at the sight of his best friend. His hair was lazily strewn everywhere because of Dream, and his lips parted slightly while he slept.

He felt Patches rub against him, and he looked back down at the brown cat who stared at him with wide eyes, almost like she was expectant. "What?" He huffed, moving Patches off of him end sitting up. He gave one more look at George that caused Patches to mew at him, almost as if she was teasing the blond.