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Dream shifted on his own couch, bending one of his legs to place his calf under his butt.
“I’m fine! This is the fourth time you ask me the same thing this week! You worry too much.” He laughed, talking right into the phone he was holding up to his ear. Laughing still hurt him a bit, but it wasn’t anything Dream couldn’t deal with.
He clenched his fingers around the pillow he was holding in his lap.
The person on the other side of the call scoffed softly, but the microphone was able to pick the sound and let the blond know about the action. Dream rolled his eyes jokingly.
“Whatever man, I’m just worried about you. Your coworker doesn’t seem to care too much.” The man spoke quickly, as if he was trying to convince himself and others that he wasn’t the one talking. His voice sounded somewhat teasing. He almost sounded like he knew something that the blond had right in front of his eyes and was yet unknown to him.
Dream chuckled awkwardly, his mind replaying the last conversation he had had with Technoblade four days before. That was the last time they had seen each other.
After the incident Dream was able to miraculously get himself to the closest ER. Different kinds of injuries were found on him and, not wanting to waste any time on explaining what had actually happened to him (the office would deal with the legal part either way), the man had just blamed them all on a bad fall. It was mostly the truth after all; his sprained wrist and ankle and dislocated shoulder were actually caused by the fall and not another human being.
The same couldn’t be said about his chest though.
His ribs weren’t broken, but just bruised, which was good, but still made his life more difficult. He needed to wear a bandage to help soothe his now placed back shoulder (don’t ask him how it felt to have his shoulder be popped back in, he might bite you). It wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t for the fact that, since it needed support, the bandages needed to wrap around his chest as well.
And everyone knows bandaged chests and bruised or broken ribs don’t get along too well.
So that’s how he found himself shirtless with no bandages on, waiting for his alarm to ring so that he could put the bandages back on, a procedure he dreaded because he sucked at it.
Dream sighed, reminding himself he only had to deal with the bandages for three day and then he would be free.
A call of his name woke him up, making his zone back in.
“Sorry, I got distracted. we were saying?” The man on the other side hummed. Dream could hear voices coming from the device. He wondered if it was a busy day at the station.
“Technoblade. Has he visited or called?”
The detective scoffed softly. He looked down at his carpet.
“No, he hasn’t. I don’t think he will. We kind of…fought the last time we saw each other. Which, by the way, was the night you found me.” The blond reached up to scratch his cheek. He knew he risked triggering his acne but he couldn’t care less.
“It’s not like we’re friends, he doesn’t even have my number and I’m absolutely fine with that.” Dream groaned just thinking about having to deal with Technobladde in the comfort of his own home, his safe space. No way. Give him a break.
It would take extreme loneliness for the blond to get to the point of wanting to actively befriend Technoblade. And he wasn’t alone at all. He had the others, they were friends.
Dream touched his hair and found it straighter than it had ever been. He smiled remembering the events of the previous day, remembering Niki’s and Wilbur’s gentle smiles.
The detective heard the other man whisper “He doesn’t have your number?” in a baffled tone.
“Ugh, don’t be shocked, Sap. That man hates me.” Dream twirled a strand of hair around his index finger. He felt like a girl gossiping with her best friend about another classmate of theirs they don’t like. He couldn’t lie about it, he was having fun.
He would never not take the chance to talk shit about Technoblade, after all.
“I don’t think he hates you, man. He was looking for you, you know?” Sapnap talked softly on the other side, silently, as if he was telling Dream the biggest secret he knew. The blond really appreciated him.
The policeman was on break and he had just found enough time to give Dream a call. They had become very close friends during the past days after the officer had called to make sure the detective was okay.
The blond was excited about his new friendships. No pink haired asshole could ruin that for him.
Talking about said pink haired asshole…
“Sapnap, please. He just doesn’t want to get in trouble with our boss, he knows Phil believes in me. Obviously more than he ever will.” The couch dipped softly and Dream turned to his left. His cat, Patches, showed herself and started cutely hitting his side with her fluffy head.
The blond could only smile and coo at the scene, offering his hand for her to rub against.
Her purring made the man giggle.
“Whatever you say, Dream. I do think you guys can get along a bit. You’re both very fucking weird and competitive.” The detective laughed but still rolled his eyes, how nice of the policeman. He only had praise for Dream, huh?
“You’re so sweet, Sapnap. Almost as nice as Technoblade.” The man on the other side of the call only scoffed and said a barely audible “as if”.
Just as Dream was about to add something to his sentence, his doorbell rang. He flinched and looked down at Patches. The cat now had her head raised and looked straight at the entrance, waiting for any sign of an intruder. The blond patted her head to calm her and slowly got up from the couch. His ankle ached as soon as he placed his foot on the floor.
Dream cringed at the pain, trying not to make a noise, afraid to alert the policeman.
He looked at the clock he had placed over the television. 11:36 A.M., about the time Wilbur and Niki had shown up the other days.
“Sap, the doorbell rang, I’ll be right back.”
“Sure, lemme know if we need to hang up.” Dream hummed, acknowledging his consideration.
The detective walked towards the door, limping slightly because of his ankle that barely hurt, but wasn’t sane yet. He switched the hand holding the phone and opened the door, he could already see magenta hair and a knowing smile.
He grinned and greeted the two people he expected and hoped to see before the door completely opened.
“Hey! You’re here already! It’s nice to- o-oh.” He stopped dead in his tracks when he realized the magenta he had anticipated wasn’t that dark. A shade of cherry blossom showed instead.
No smile was found on the other side of the door, just a face devoid of any sentiment, betraying no emotion.
“Uh-”
“Sap, I- Uhm. I’ll talk to you later, I gotta go.” Dream gulped and just stared wide eyed at the man in front of him. The man stood there, as imposing as always, in his intimidating stance. He looked as if he was ready to challenge a god. Although Dream had his eyes pointed at the pinket's face, the latter's gaze was aimed lower and the blond suddenly remembered he didn’t have a shirt on. The blond had gotten so used to not wearing one during the past days that he completely forgot about it.
The crease between the other man’s eyebrows only seemed to deeped after his eyes had set on the blond’s bare chest.
“Sure, man. If you need anything don’t hesitate to call.”
“Yeah- Yeah sure. Bye-” He hung up and put his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. The pinket in front of him finally raised his eyes again and their gazes met.
Dream was stuck. He would have never expected to see the other so soon, not after the fight they had had. If one could even call it a fight, Technoblade had just said anything he wanted to say and the blond had just stood there and listened.
Not like any other of their conversations ever went in a different direction. Technoblade never tried to listen or to understand.
But, for once, no word was first uttered by the man. He waited.
The silence that was stuck in the air made the atmosphere feel heavier than a boulder. The air around Dream felt denser than honey. Talking took more effort than walking with a sprained ankle. And he knew better than anyone how that felt.
“What…are you doing here?” Dream's voice was strained, as if his throat was sore enough to burn and hurt. He was talking just fine when he was on the phone with Sapnap.
Technoblade just stared, red eyes piercing the blond. They looked dim, their light hidden. By what emotion, Dream couldn't tell.
No word was uttered. The younger detective was starting to get annoyed.
Seeing and talking to the pink haired man wasn't one of his hobbies, but having to stand awkwardly in silence was definitely worse.
But, no matter how much he hated the man that was looking at him, Dream still thought of himself as a polite person.
"You…Do you want to come in?" The pinket finally blinked. Dream wondered if the man had zoned out after seeing his reaction.
The blond was willing to be patient, a god would praise him for his kindness one day.
"Yes." Technoblade seemed to hesitate. "...Please."
Dream scoffed, almost shocked to hear the word come out of the man's lips. The blond didn't even expect the other to be able to say those letters together. He was always so commanding and imposing. He looked out of place in front of the blond’s door, waiting for a movement or a word.
Dream moved slightly, tilting his head to the left to point at the insides of his house, urging the other detective to enter. As soon as the other, with slow and controlled steps, walked past the entrance, the blond closed the door.
Dream was somehow scared to turn around and face the other. He wasn't intimidated by the man, he had learnt to know him after all. There wasn't anything Dream didn’t expect from the other after all. Technoblade wasn’t what Dream was worried about though.
The blond was worried about having lost his job. He was terrified of having to start over again, stuck at the beginning of the race.
He took a deep breath, completely forgetting about his ribs. He clutched his chest, coughing harshly in his fist.
Dream didn't hate pain, but he did hate the way his body had to react to the injury. He heard shuffling behind him and soon enough a pillow was held out to him.
The blond took it with a shaking hand, pressing it softly against his chest and waiting for the coughing to stop. He hated looking weak. He hated feeling like it as well.
Technoblade stood beside him silently.
After what felt like ages the blond was finally able to take a decent breath in again. He sighed and slowly opened his eyes after he had closed them while coughing.
Silence fell on the men again.
“Why did you know about the pillow?” Dream asked the pinket. His voice was still rough and felt raspy. He cleared his throat.
Technoblade shifted where he stood, he seemed somewhat uncomfortable.
“Wilbur bruised his rib once, I had to make sure he was taking care of himself well.” The pink haired man looked at the pillow Dream was still clutching onto. The blond just stood still, slowly trying to recover his breath while eyeing the man in front of him. He looked into the other’s red eyes. He didn’t find anything new, but at least they weren’t staring at him with contempt.
“Are you his babysitter?” Dream chuckled softly and tried, as well as he could, to straighten his back. He felt his bones pop satisfyingly.
Not wanting to stand in the entrance for much longer, the blond walked towards the sofa and carefully sat down. He saw Patches had moved from where she was laying earlier. Technoblade inched towards him as he talked.
“We lived together for a while. As his roommate it was my duty to make sure he didn’t die.” He stopped right in front of Dream, crossing his arms and looking down at the blond. He looked calm, serene almost.
“You lived together?” A single nod was the reply Dream got from the other, he didn’t seem to have anything to add and Dream wasn’t planning on asking.
Now that he was sitting down the blond noticed a couple of things he had glossed over about the other before. Technoblade’s hair wasn’t as perfect as it always was, a lot of strands were falling freely from the messy bun he sported. His eye bags looked deeper than ever, his skin pale.
Dream belatedly realized he looked tired.
He blinked and moved to his left, leaving space for Technoblade.
“You can sit if you want.” The other scoffed.
“It’s not necessary, I’ll hopefully leave soon.”
“You look dumb standing there.” Technoblade raised an eyebrow but Dream kept talking before the other could intervene. “Just sit down.”
The pinket seemed to consider the situation. He just stared into Dream's eyes.
The blond didn’t really understand why the other was hesitating so much, so he just patted the spot next to him, just like he did with Patches. The pink haired man sighed and muttered a soft “fine” before sitting down next to Dream.
The cushion dipped under the pink haired detective, who was now looking in front of him, completely avoiding the blond’s gaze.
Dream resisted the urge to smile as he noticed the way the other was frowning. The soft pink of his cheek made the frown look more like a pout though.
The sofa suddenly felt way smaller than it ever had before. Dream tried to stay as immobile as he could when he realized their thighs were almost touching. The air around them was heavy again and only a question floated around Dream’s brain.
Why was Technoblade there? Why would he visit? Was he there to announce Dream had been fired?
The blond scratched his head.
No, why would he get fired? He hadn’t done anything wrong after all, they had caught the culprit.
It was all so confusing.
Technoblade seemed like he had no intention of saying anything so Dream realized the only way to figure it out was to just ask. Asking was awkward though.
Technoblade was awkward.
“Detective Technoblade…” The pinket turned to face him. “Why are you here?”
Dream looked down at his lap where his hands rested. He wanted to fidget with his fingers but he didn’t want to let Technoblade figure out his mannerisms.
The man beside him hummed.
“I came…to visit?” The pinket sounded unsure of his answer, his reply sounded more of a question than anything. Dream couldn’t help himself anymore and snickered.
“Detective, we both know that’s a lie. You literally-” He chuckled. “You suck at lying.”
The blond slightly raised his head to eye the other who was now frowning even more.
From their position Dream could for once actually study the other’s face without being caught.
His nose sloped down straight, but its tip pointed slightly upwards at the sky. His eyelashes were longer than Dream thought and when he closed his eyes to sigh they kissed the apple of his cheeks softly. They were black, which only convinced Dream more of the fact that his pink hair was carefully dyed.
Technoblade’s lips were pressed tightly in a line, on his chin and cheeks soft pink scars decorated his skin.
Dream’s hands itched, he didn’t know why.
“Just tell me the truth! What’s with you today!” The blond threw his arms up and laughed again, before feeling his shoulder hurting. He kept forgetting about his own injuries. He ignored the way his cheeks felt warm.
“You’re so annoying. Nothing's up, I’m here becau-'' Before Technoblade could finish, Dream’s phone rang. The tones of his alarm echoed throughout the living room.
“I’m sorry, it’s my alarm.” The blond muttered as he shut off the reminder. “Do you mind waiting a bit, I need to put on my bandages.”
The pinket frowned at that.
“So that’s why you aren’t wearing a shirt.” Technolade muttered. “Wait. Bandages? But it’s not healthy for bruised ribs.” Dream stood up carefully, trying to put most of his weight on his healthy foot.
“Yeah, it’s not for my ribs. It’s for my shoulder.” He walked towards the kitchen where he had put all the things he needed for his recovery. Medicine, bandages and all of the supplements the doctor had prescribed him. Apparently he was low on vitamin C.
Dream looked at the bandages in his hands and remembered all the ugly attempts of the last days. It always took so long for him to wrap the bandages decently around his torso. Every time he completed an entire wrap he always managed to mess it up.
He sighed. He didn’t want to ask for help, but he also didn’t want to embarass himself in front of Technoblade. After all, the pinket had already enough reasons to belittle him, he didn’t need another.
So, with gritted teeth and dignity at his feet, Dream walked until he was in front of the pink haired detective. The man raised his head.
“What is it?” Dream held out one of his hands, a roll of pristine bandages laid on his palm. He was sweating. He hated everything about the situation.
“Can you…help me?” His eyes kept moving from the floor to Technoblade’s own.
“Why should I?” Dream felt like crying from the frustration. the other had literally acted like a child until that second and now he was back to being an asshole?
“Because I’m asking gently. You also still need to tell me why you’re here in the first place, I think this is the least you can do for someone who’s still recovering.” The blond replied harshly, patting himself for the great reply. He was able to shut the other up.
Hey, maybe he was getting used to the pinket’s awful manners.
The pink haired detective sighed and grabbed the bandages, standing up from his place on the sofa. He glared at Dream.
“Turn around.” Dream smiled brightly.
“Thank you.” He singsonged as he did what he was told.
He waited patiently for the pinket to do anything and even if he was expecting the touch, he still flinched when he felt a finger graze his shoulder blade.
“Can you stay still for a second?” Technoblade said, Dream could see him but from his tone he could tell he was annoyed.
“Your fingers are cold, shut up…”
“They’re not, you’re just a coward.” A hand appeared in Dream’s field of vision and a bandage passed across his chest, softly adhering to it. The blond rolled his eyes at the other’s claim. He was right, but it’s not like Dream planned to admit it.
The bandage was wrapped by Technoblade two more times before he made it pass over Dream’s still bruised shoulder.
“Is it too tight?” Dream gulped when he heard the other’s voice right next to his ear. He was too close for comfort, Dream needed his personal space, he was really bad at being physically close to other people.
His hands itched again.
“No, it’s…it’s good.” He took a deep breath to make sure he could breathe well and the bandage felt perfect around his torso. Technoblade hummed behind him.
The pinket’s hands worked fast and efficiently, avoiding touching Dream as much as they could, and soon enough the bandage was pinned in place.
“How does it feel?” Dream turned around to face Technoblade. The man was as expressionless as ever.
“It’s ok, I guess.” Dream muttered, his eyes pointed at the floor. “Thank you…”
Technoblade smirked and nodded, sitting back on the sofa, in the exact same spot he was occupying before. It was almost as if he had claimed that part of the sofa as his. Patches was probably somewhere judging him.
“I’ll go get a hoodie and when I come back you’re finally gonna tell me why you’re here.” Technoblade nodded and moved his hand as if he was swatting a fly away. Except the fly was Dream. Rude.
The blond scoffed and walked towards his room, noticing Patches was silently following him.
He grabbed the hoodie he had left on the bed and wore it, careful not to make any movement that could hurt him. Which, to be completely honest, was hard considering most parts of his body were in pain.
Patches rubbed against the door’s jamb, meowing softly. Dream smiled. He had been blessed with the cutest cat in the world.
He kneeled in front of her, holding a hand out for her to rub against. She smelled his fingers and purred, moving against his skin.
“Hi baby. What are you doing here?” Patches meowed as if she was really trying to reply.
“Oh yeah?” Dream played along. “Shall we go back to the mean mean man?”
The blond expected a reply from the cat, but another voice echoed through the house.
“I can literally hear you, Detective Wastaken.” Dream rolled his eyes.
He felt Patches rub against his leg.
“Let’s go back, it’s not like we have privacy in here.” he purposefully raised his voice while saying the last part of the sentence. He walked into the living room, nearing the couch and plopping down on it right next to Technoblade.
He raised his legs, crossing them on the cushion. His knee was pretty much on top of one of the pinket’s thighs but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His house, his rules.
The two sat in silence for a while, the only sound audible were their breaths and Patches soft purring as she made biscuits in her bed.
“I’m not gonna congratulate you on the case.” Dream smiled.
“I know, Detective.” The blond turned to look at Technoblade and was surprised to find him already looking his way.
“The way you acted was stupidly reckless and you put yourself in the worst situation possible.” His gaze wasn’t angry as he talked. “You could’ve gotten killed in that apartment.”
Dream moved his gaze to the ground, feeling chills run down his spine.
“I know.”
“You put the whole team in a difficult position, you made us risk our lives to save you from that degenerate.” The blond frowned. He already felt bad about what had happened, he didn’t need a reminder. He already had enough flashbacks, he didn’t need to know how much he had disappointed the others.
“Nonetheless…” Dream raised his head, Technoblade was staring straight at him. “We caught the culprit. Which means you did your job.”
The blond opened his mouth to reply but no word came out.
Was Technoblade actually praising him?
“I won’t say you did good. You didn’t do good. Hope that’s clear.” The pinket turned the other way, ignoring Dream. He crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“But you were right about some things and I am a man of his word…” Dream’s eyes burnt. They stinged with unshed tears.
Dream didn’t know why the words were touching him so deeply. He had been praised before. Niki and Wilbur were the firsts to congratulate him after all. But hearing the Technoblade saying he didn't do bad felt so different.
Maybe Niki was right. Maybe Wilbur and Sapnap were right. Maybe they could get along.
His lips were trembling and he refused to cry in front of Technoblade, especially because of something that could barely be described as praise. He turned his head, bringing a hand to his eyes and gulping around the knot in his throat.
“What do you mean- “ He cleared his throat. “You’re a man of his word?” The blond refused to turn and look but he heard the pinket shuffle next to him.
“I mean that I keep the promises I make.” His voice was softer and quieter and that made Dream confident enough to turn and look.
Technoblade was staring at the blond, looking for something in the green expanse of his eyes. Dream couldn’t stand it anymore.
Why did everything feel so different? His ribs hurt again.
“A promise? What promise do you have to keep?” Technoblade’s eyes widened.
“You don’t remember?”
“We made a promise?” Dream gulped. He didn’t remember any promises. Especially not one made with Technoblade.
The pinket seemed hesitant. He was almost shocked.
Dream blinked at him.
“You’re serious?” Dream raised his shoulders.
“Why would I lie?”
“I don’t know!” Technoblade passed a hand through his hair as he sighed. “I just can’t believe you don’t remember.”
Dream crossed his arms in front of his chest, careful to not tighten too much and hurt himself. “Well I’m telling you I don’t remember. So? What’s this promise thing about? Maybe I hit my head roughly.” Technoblade glared at him.
Dream was sure that his killing urges were particularly high at that moment, but the blond really was telling the truth.
The pinket covered his eyes with one of his hands.
“The scissors. The murder weapon.” Dream tilted his head, still confused.
He remembered being the one mentioning the possibility of the scissors being the murder weapon but he didn’t remember making a promise about it.
He thought about the moment he found them…
“If those scissors have no fingerprints on them, you gotta let me call you Bacon for a day.” Technoblade scoffed (was he only capable of that?) and rolled his eyes.
“It won’t happen either way. Do whatever you want.” Dream walked up to him and shook his head.
“Whatever Detective Technoblade. Just remember. No fingerprints, I win.” The other sighed.
“What does winning even matter in this job, Detective Wastaken?”
Oh.
That promise.
Was that even a promise? Dream thought of it as a stupid bet to feed his ego and prove to Technoblade he was right. He wasn’t serious.
Did Technoblade actually remember and care that much to remind him? Why would he even?
“The “Bacon” promise?” Technoblade sighed and nodded. He was obviously annoyed by the entire thing, but he was the one to bring it up.
“Since you were right about the fingerprints and I did agree to the bet you have the permission to call me Bacon. Or whatever…” He muttered and shook his head.
“Bacon…It sounds pretty nice, doesn’t it?” Dream snickered, already happy to have a reason to torment the other. A day wasn’t a lot but it wasn’t little either. Technoblade groaned.
“You’re so fuckin’ annoyin’. I do prefer doing this when others aren’t present though.” Dream gasped, realizing the reason why the subject was brought up.
He turned his entire body towards Technoblade, letting one of his legs dangle from the couch. He placed his hands firmly on the cushion.
“You-! You sly fox! You came here so that nobody has to witness it!” Technoblade smirked, slowly bringing his arm up to rest his elbows on the couch’s back.
“Nobody said I couldn't choose the time and place. Oh and you already said it once so the twenty-four hours have officially started.” Dream frowned, his nose wrinkled.
“Cheater.”
“Liar. I didn’t cheat at all.”
“Bacon. Ugly.” Technoblade chuckled. Not in a derogatory way. He chuckled. An actual laugh. Dream gulped.
“You literally sound like a kid, Detective.”
“Can’t you just call me Dream?” The blond said before he could stop himself. The words just flowed out of his mouth, unstoppable by the rational part of his brain. That happened often in front of Technoblade, Dream realized.
It was his hair’s fault. It was too pink. Distracting.
“I- I mean-!” The pinket stared at him, confused but intrigued. “Ugh. Forget it.”
“Why would I call you by your name, Detective Wastaken?” Dream shrugged, lowering his head. His face felt warm and he didn’t want Technoblade to see it.
“It just feels too professional to have you call me “Detective Wastaken”, you know?” It feels cold. Detached. The sentence completed itself in Dream’s brain.
The comment seemed to confuse Technoblade, who just raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.
“What do you mean? We are in a professional relationship, Detective.”
Dream opened his mouth but instantly closed it.
He couldn’t let his mouth run again.
What was he thinking? Saying such a thing to Technoblade. Of course it felt professional, they were working partners, not friends.
He had deluded himself because of the way the pinket was acting, thinking that maybe they were actually getting along. But thinking back, the pinket wasn’t being friendly. He was just awkward, he didn’t know how to bring the promise up.
That was all.
No friendly feeling involved.
Niki and Wilbur may have been wrong about Technoblade’s opinion, maybe he had changed more than they expected. Maybe he really didn’t think getting along with Dream was even a possibility.
And Dream, naive Dream, let himself bask in the warmth of praise. He even thought that maybe a friendship with the pink haired detective wasn’t impossible.
Dream felt nauseous.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m not thinking straight.” He awkwardly chuckled.
“When are you ever?” Dream turned to look at Technoblade, a frown on his face.
“Oh, come on now. I literally helped catch the culprit.”
“Yeah, and almost got everyone killed as you did.” Dream rolled his eyes and although he knew the comments were as lighthearted as a comment from Technoblade can be, his ribs started hurting again.
Maybe the bandages were too tight. Maybe he wasn’t breathing right.
He wanted to be alone.
"Either way, I'll come back on Monday." Technoblade nodded.
"That's good. We can start working on another case. I already plan on finishing the one I've been working on these past days today."
Dream wondered what case had been assigned to him. He wondered what had happened in the office while he was away.
But every time he tried to open his mouth to talk, it felt like his stomach would exit as well.
The antibiotics must've been doing their job, the blond could only think that the reason behind his sudden nausea and sickness were the medicines.
The blond jumped to his feet, ignoring the way his body ached.
“I don’t feel too well. Uhm.” Dream looked up slightly and met Technoblade’s confused gaze. “Do you mind…” He didn’t want to ask, feeling already rude enough about asking the other to leave so suddenly. He wasn't able to actually put the sentence into words and say it out loud.
Technoblade seemed to understand though.
“I don’t mind leaving but what about the bet?” He stood up as well.
“Oh I don’t-…It’s enough for me knowing we caught the culprit. I just said that because I was excited about the murder weapon. Don’t think about it.” The pinket hummed.
They both started walking towards the door, every step Dream took felt heavier and heavier.
Once they reached the door, Dream opened it, letting the fresh air enter the house.
“Uh…Thank you for the bandages.” Technoblade exited the house and nodded.
“Will you be fine?” Dream gritted his teeth. He shrugged.
He needed to be alone.
“I’ll be okay. I already feel better.” The pinket hummed and breathed slowly.
Silence fell on the two. How did they manage to make the air awkward again?
Dream had to be honest, it was probably his fault this time.
“Very well. I’ll see you on Monday then. I’ll be in the office.”
“Yes. I’ll see you on Monday. Have a good day Detective Technoblade.”
Technoblade nodded and just like that he started walking away, where he was going, Dream didn’t know.
Dream closed the door. The door’s locking sound somehow felt louder than it ever had.
The blond walked back to the sofa, sitting down. He stared in front of him, ignoring the way Technoblade’s cologne still lingered in the air.
I wanted to ask about the case he’s working on.
Dream closed his eyes, laying his head back on the back of the couch.
I’m such an idiot.
His ribs hurt.
His chest hurt.