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Bone deep stress was sinking into his shoulders. His ears slightly rang from wearing his headphones all day and his stomach felt slightly nauseas. Maybe it's because of him not eating for a while. Fingers lay across multicolour keys, begging for a break. The image of his unfinished editing burned into his retinas.
A ding sound jolt him from his tired haze, a message etched on his phone.
movie night?
He thinks for a moment, a lot of people's been asking for a new video. It's would make him feel better if he got it done. Maybe he could work on something else and...
we haz popcorn
and cuddles
That clingy green idiot.
George takes of the headset and bounds downstairs. Sapnap is carrying a plethora of food to the living room where dream is flicking through different movies.
"Ah the elderly has awoken from his nap" sap jokes before dumping everything onto the coffee table. George sticks out his tongue
Dream pats the space next to him, signaling for George to sit, which he does. The screen is overtaken by the DreamWorks logo (haha) and Megamind starts to play.
"You seem a bit worn out" dream asks veridian eyes with a speck of worry in them. George is a bit too tired so he just nods.
Dream pulls him into his grasp enveloping his in a safe warmth, unlike the burning heat of Florida. Sap sits next to him, mouth full of doritos talking about how this movie is one of the best. He also gives George's shoulder a small squeeze, as if to say "rest".
The movie starts to finish up as so does sap's energy levels. By the end he's already drowsy with sleep. He excuses himself to go back upstairs with a goodnight punctuated by a yawn.
Netflix continues onto the next recommendation, this time Bo Burnham's inside. George had also been slightly drowsy. He should go back to bed, maybe get a good night's sleep? Dream doesn't move from his spot, instead letting the show continue. George moves to get more comfortable and wraps his arms around dream's middle, burying his face into the youngers chest.
The other pauses hesitantly before placing his hand on George's head, his fingers carding through his slightly long hair and lightly scratching his scalp.
As George slowly drifts off, eigengrau shifting to dreamlike scenarios. On the edge of his fleeting conscience, he feels feather like lips leave a kiss on the top of his head.
He tightens his hold on who he ardently loves.