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.
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