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The sun creeps in through the blinds of Mr. Peanutbutter's room. He groans. Another hangover. He really should stop drinking so much, but with his unrequited love for Bojack, who can blame him? His hanahaki is getting worse every day (he needs a defibrillator).
“Ugh…” groans a voice next to him. Oh my god, again? The voice is attached to a very tall man, with curly hair and a strong chin.
“…Dream? Oh my god, why are you in my bed?!”
“You don’t remember?” asks Dream drowsily, a bit disappointed by Mr. Peanutbutter’s reaction. “You said you loved me.”
“We had just met,” Peanutbutter says, sitting up and wiping the sleep from his eyes. “You didn't honestly believe that, right?”
Dream sits up, reaching over to the bedside table to take his prescribed normal pills, which are next to his mask. “So then… was last night all a game to you?"
“Dream, you're not in love. You just need to fill the hole in your heart since George mysteriously passed away.” He didn't have the heart to tell Dream that George didn’t actually die in a Cybertruck accident. He knows who really killed George.
Dream's expression becomes indiscernible like a mask. “How… did you know about that?”
Mr. Peanutbutter sighs. “In your drunken stupor, all you talked about was how your life fell apart after George passed. Don’t you think it’s too early to be in love with me?”
“Love waits for no one,” Dream whispers, tears in his dazzling blue orbs.
“Get the fuck out of my house.”