"Technoblade," Dream said faintly. The god looked at him, exhaustion and heartbreak etched across his face, and Dream could not stand for it. He had drowned with George, had swam against the rocky waves and found no solace or even a lighthouse, but with Techno, Dream flew. "Can't you see?" Dream said helplessly. "If George was my ocean than you, Techno - " Dream drew in close and brushed his lips against Technoblade's, shakingly breathing in the god's scent and shuddering at the heat that pooled in his stomach. "You are my universe," Dream whispered.