Shoulder to Lean On

Impromptu Plans and Worried Friends

TW: I don't think there are any? Let me know if you think otherwise and I'll change it accordingly.

George put the last dish in his cupboard before shutting his dishwasher and leaning against the counter. His whole flat was probably cleaner than it had ever been before. After Sapnap had told him to wait for a few hours for Dream to wake up and everything to be fine, he had still been unable to focus. Staring at the lines of code had driven him crazy. He popped into Quackity's stream on the SMP for a bit before leaving that too, unable to relax and have fun with his friend. So he started stress-cleaning his entire house.

It had been five hours. George didn't even know what else he could possibly do. He re-arranged his entire closet, dusted every surface, and even moved his huge pile of cardboard boxes out of his room. He propped his elbows up on the kitchen table and put his head in his hands. Clay was fine. He'd have to be.

Still, the cry of pain he had heard disturbed him.

He made his way back to his bedroom and double checked his Teamspeak. Dream was still active. He hadn't called George back or answered any of his texts yet. George decided to send one last text.

Gogy to Mr. Sandman: Hey, could you please call me when you wake up? If you're sleeping? I'm getting worried.

He stared at his phone, willing those three little dots to pop up to show that Clay was typing a response. Nothing. He sighed and tossed his phone on his desk, wincing at the harsh sound it made. Maybe now wasn't the best time to break his phone. He propped his head in his hands again and stared at the little green dot that showed that Dream was active. His flat was deadly quiet. Sometimes he wished he lived in a noisier part of the city, although he knew that it would make streaming inconvenient.

The silence was deafening. He wasn't used to sitting in silence. Usually when he was bored and doing nothing or he had a silent and repetitive task, he had Dream's voice in his headset to keep him company. Goodness, he missed that tea kettle wheeze.

Am I being too over-dramatic? Maybe the fact that I'm this upset and worried is creepy. But he's my best friend! He's Sapnap's best friend too though, and Sapnap didn't seem as concerned. Maybe Sap knows something I don't? Maybe Dream doesn't tell me things.... Maybe he doesn't see me as close of a friend as I see him...

George KNEW he was over-thinking this. He had a tendency to over-think things, but he didn't really talk about it much. It got him into trouble sometimes. For example, the vlog. It had been a stupid, spur-of-the-moment idea. It was super fun to record, too. Then he got home and all of the sudden the anxiety of Is this a good idea? Will they figure out it was a prank? Will they be mad when they figure it out? What if I can't edit in Dream's voice-over well enough and they figure it out and it's all my fault and Dream is mad at me? What if Wilbur gets dragged down too?

He had spiraled to the point where he was frozen by the fear. He didn't even want to go over the footage, much less edit it. He certainly didn't want to post it anymore. But then his fans were mad at him for not posting it, and that brought on a whole new set of concerns. In the end, Dream had taken care of the situation for him. He hadn't even told Clay that he was upset about it. He just knew. Because Clay knew George like that. George may bury his problems and suppress his emotions and have a difficult time expressing his feelings, but Clay always saw right through him.

He smiled a bit, thinking of how he had woken up to an explosion on Twitter. How he had dialed Clay's number immediately, not even waiting to get out of bed and open his Teamspeak. He remembered quickly feeling remorse as Clay answered sounding groggy and confused and then he realized that it was since it was 9am for him it was 4am for Clay. "What did you DO?" he had demanded. He started to sputter out words until Clay had hushed him.