cheebwasabitch
Repost from ao3
"I...I didn't know where else to go. I don't have anywhere to go," the man pleaded. His green eyes were teary and his voice was weak, like he was afraid.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" George asked. His voice was so familiar, so soothing, even while cracking painfully, spitting hurt-filled words.
"This was stupid. I'm an idiot," He sounded like...
"Dream?"
Dreamnotfound fic where Dream shows up at George's house.