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Dream had been acting, well, strange lately. He’d been hauled up in his room and buried in his work, hardly taking care of himself, and completely neglecting his needs. He hadn’t slipped in over a week, and it was as if he’d been pushing it away.
George was quite worried to say the least.
“Sapnap! He’s been avoiding me like the plague, he's been working non-stop and he hasn’t been taking care of himself nearly enough.” George shouts into his microphone.
“George, I know. You just need to talk to him, call him out face to face, be direct with it and leave no room for bs.” Sapnap explains.
“I don’t wanna hurt him. You know how much I love and care about him and I hate to see him mad at me,” George argues, putting his head in his hands.
“Yes, but, you hate seeing him hurt himself like this even more, don’t you?” Sapnap reasons.
“I really hate it when you’re right, you know that Nick?” George sighs with a roll of his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, I love you too Georgie,” Sapnap smirks.
The pair then say their goodbyes and George vows to take action and talk to Dream about whatever’s bothering him.
George is standing outside of Dream’s bedroom, gathering all his courage and thoughts before pushing Dream’s door open.
He sees Dream sitting at his desk, buried in his work. The boy didn’t even notice George’s presence yet.
George simply walks up behind him and gently pulls his headphones off of his ears, lacing his fingers in his boyfriend’s hair.
“Hey Dream, are you doing alright?” George asks, testing the waters to see Dream’s reaction.
“I’m fine,” Dream lies.
George sighs, “Dream, I know you aren’t doing the best right now, you’ve been neglecting all of your self-care the past week. I’m worried about you and I’d like to help.”
Dream turns around in his chair, “George, I just told you that I was fucking fine, can you leave me alone and let me do my work?”
Tears well up in George’s eyes, Dream has never actually yelled at him like this before, “Okay,” His voice comes out shaky as he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
Dream immediately realizes what he’d done, he curses to himself as he begins pacing his room, quickly falling into a spiral of negative thoughts.
Then he slips, fast.
Now in his little headspace, Dream falls to the floor, tears spilling from his eyes uncontrollably.
“Not wanna be small, it gross an people make fun me,” Dream cries out, “Papa gon hate me cuz I be means!”
Before Dream realizes it, he’s being held within George’s loving arms. No matter how much he may want to push away, he decides to relish in the comfort.
“Baby boy, I don’t hate you, I still love you with my whole heart. And being little is perfectly okay and not gross, okay?” George says, looking his boy in the eyes.
“Nuh-uh, is gross!” Dream cries out, trying to pull away from George as best as he can.
“Honey, can you please let Papa see your cute little face so I can talk to you?” George asks, doing his best to be patient with his boy.
Dream slowly turns back to look at George, hot tears still running down his cheeks as he sniffles.
“Thank you, you’re being so brave for me right now.” George praises. “Alright my love, can you answer a question for me?”
“Mhm,” Dream barely speaks between small sobs.
“Would Papa ever lie to you?” George asks, wiping stray hairs from Dream’s red and teary face.
“N-No.”
“That’s right baby, so when I say that being little is okay, that’s the truth, alright?” George smiles softly.
Dream nods, wiping tears from his eyes.
“Sweetie, can you tell me where you saw someone call being little gross?” George asks gently.
“People bein mean bout it on twitter ans tiktok an gots me upset,” Dream frowns, nuzzling into George’s arms.
“Is that why you haven’t been feeling the best lately and have been focusing so much on your big boy work?” George kisses his head gently.
“Mhm,” Dream answers.
“Alright bug, thank you so much for being so brave and talking to me. Now, I bet your tummy feels pretty hungry, huh?”
Dream nods.
“Okay, I’m going to bring you to your playroom and get you a sippy and then make you some food, how does that sound?”
“Good.”
“How old are you right now?”
“Three… i gettin littler though,” Dream says quietly.
“That’s alright, are you ready to go play with some of your toys?” George asks, raising the pitch of his voice in order to get Dream more happy and excited about toys.
“Yeah!” happiness glints in Dream’s eyes as he’s brought to his room.
Once Dream finishes his food, George decides to put him to bed.
“Alright love, it’s time to go night night, it’s getting late and I know you’re tired. Now, do you wanna sleep in your crib, or do you wanna sleep with me?” George asks.
“I wan napnap!” Dream whines.
George looks at Dream confused, “Honey, we’re going to sleep, that’s just a long nap.”
“Noo!” Dream frustratedly slaps his hand into the carpet.
“Dreamie, we do not do that to express our feelings. I know you’re not the happiest when I don’t quite understand you, but you need to behave nicely.
Dream looks at the ground with a small frown, “sowwy.”
“It’s okay honey, thank you for apologizing. Now, can you please repeat what you want?” George asks nicely.
“I wanna see my Napnap, Papa,” Dream says with big pleading eyes.
“You mean Nick? Sapnap?”
Dream bounces happily up and down, “Napnap!! Him come an sees us pease?”
George could die just looking at Dreams cuteness. “Maybe honey, we have to talk to him and big you about it. If you wake up big tomorrow we can talk about it more and go from there, okay?”
“Yay!! Thank you Papa!” Dream launches himself into his caregiver’s arms.
“It’s no problem bug! Now, where do you wanna sleep tonight?” George asks again, rubbing Dream’s back.
“Wif you!” Dream smiles.
“Okay baby,” George smiles back.