He'd known George was small, he was very open about the fact in his teases and chides, but he'd never fully let himself understand their proportions, as the ocean between them was not moving any time soon, so it didn't seem to matter. Now he was faced with the fact that George was really small. Some deep, guttural part of him seemed to like it, too. - Or, in which Dream lets himself indulge in fanworks and realizes a few too many things about both himself and his best friend during his fall. (cover art by @/aurlunsun on twt)