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“Dream, Dream,” George said, louder the second time, but the blonde haired man ignored him. “Dream, oh my goodness, put me down!” He exhaled, but Dream continued to walk through the dimly lit parking lot towards his car, holding his best friend in his arms. “It’s literally only probably like, a sprained ankle, you don’t have to carry me like I’m a princess!”
“You could hurt yourself, George!” Dream finally replied to the British man’s pleas. “Well, hurt yourself more than you already have,”
“I am not a child! Or a... bride for that matter!” George said, exasperated.
“Oh my god, well, we’re here, okay? We reached my car, come on now,”
He opened the car door, and put the brunette down carefully on the front seat. George blinked slowly, then looked at Dream, scrunching his face up into a frown. Dream looked back at him and smirked, rolling his eyes. George was very sleepy.
The man went around and sat on the driver’s seat, and started up the engine. He checked his watch and it blinked, reading 4:23 AM.
It was probably a bad idea to go clubbing that late, especially when George had just arrived to Florida the night before and was still severely jet-lagged. It was George who wanted to go out for drinks after the midnight showing of A Silent Place 2 . It was also George who decided to get drunk and trip on a potted plant as they were exiting the establishment. Dream had to pay for the broken terracotta and hurt botany, and after George couldn’t stand up (Every time he tried to put any weight on his left leg he yelped out in pain) Dream decided to manually bring him to his car.
Sapnap, as he had work tomorrow, decided to take a taxi home a few hours ago.
Smart of him, really.
“Seatbelt,” Dream reminded George in a singy-songy tone, and George grunted annoyed, yet obligingly put it on.
“You know the way to my uh,” George said, looking for the word.
“Hotel?” Dream replied.
“Yes, that,” He blinked slowly again, trying to keep himself awake.
“Well, I do, I was the one who booked it for you, but my house is closer so we’re going to my place.”
“What?” George objected, but didn’t say anything after.
The two men sat in silence, George looking out the window. It was a cloudy evening, the slightest water droplets sprinkled onto the window, trickling down one by one. George counted them to keep himself up, though his eyes were closing automatically at this point. The roads were empty mostly, aside from the few other nocturnal folk going for late-night drives.
Dream had taken a turn, and slowed down the vehicle.
George opened his eyes again, “What happened, why’d we stop,”
“We reached, you idiot,” Dream said, dislodging the car keys and putting them in his pocket.
He opened the car door and got up, and George did the same, but immediately winced in pain as he put weight on his left foot.
Dream shook his head, and walked up to George. He lifted up the man carefully, picking him up into his arms again. George didn’t object this time, instead he just let himself be held, resting his head on Dream’s shoulder and let out a sigh of contempt. Dream smiled to himself slightly, then walked up to his front door. He struggled to get his keys out whilst holding an entire man, but managed to open the door. He walked through the house, went upstairs and passed by Sapnap’s room. The man’s door slightly opened, noise and light coming from inside. Dream peeked in, and saw Sapnap fast asleep in his messy room, his computer open next to him, still playing some recording of a college lecture. Dream flicked the lights switch off and silently closed the door, then walked past to his own bedroom.
As soon as he opened the door, Patches, who was asleep on his desk, woke up and ran towards the man, meowing.
“I know baby, I’m sorry I’m so late,” Dream said quietly.
“It’s okay,” George murmured, his eyes still closed.
Dream laughed softly, “Not you, idiot,”
“Why not?” He replied.
Dream walked up to his bed, and carefully placed George down. “I was talking to Patches,” He explained as he grabbed his blanket, placing it on George.
“Oh,” George replied, his eyes still closed. He slowly turned to his side, sinking into the soft pillows.
Dream sat next to him, and looked at the sleepy boy, smiling. “You rest now, I’ll go get some bandages and painkillers and we’ll go to the doctor first thing tomorrow,”
Dream tried to stand up, but George grabbed Dream’s sleeve, although rather weakly. His eyes were still closed. “No,” George muttered.
“No?” Dream repeated.
“Don’t go,” George whispered.
“I’m sorry, but I have to get your bandages, George,” Dream said, his voice softening.
“Can you just, stay, for a little bit?”
“Okay,”
“Okay,”