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One night, when he’s pulling his shirt over his head to change for bed, he realizes that George’s scent assaults his senses most when the shirt is pressed to his face.
When he presses it to his nose, breathing in deep, he gets nothing but George. The smell isn’t just barely there in a way it would be from a casual touch, or from them sitting beside each other for several hours. Instead, the shirt reeks of nothing but George. Of the outdoors-y smell Dream can never quite identify mixed with the smell of something sweet that always just escapes him on what exactly it is.
It suddenly clicks in Dream’s mind that George has been fucking scenting him. That every time he’s casually touched Dream in passing, he’s been rubbing the scent glands on his wrist against any part of him he could reach. With how strong the shirt smells, and with the context of how often he’s found himself wondering why George’s scent just won’t go away, he knows it’s intentional. That George has been going out of his way to make sure Dream reeks of him, and that others have surely noticed by now.