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Soon [dnf drabble - fluff]

"I'm ready to fall asleep for a full year," was the tired groan that greeted Dream immediately after he picked up the call.

Dream couldn't help the amused chuckle he let out, leaning his head sideways against a shoulder to hold the phone in between, while his hands tugged on his duvet for him to slip in. "Hello to you too, Georgie. I was about to ask how your day went, but that bad, huh?" he asked as a response.

During the short pause, Dream laid down in his bed, ready to tuck in for the day.

"Remind me to never join in a UK meet-up without Wilbur again," George answered, seemingly unrelated.

If anyone questioned him, Dream would deny ever having a teeny-tiny twinge of jealousy from the claim. He either masked it well enough, or George was too tired to notice. "Do tell why?"

"I forgot that age gaps exist in real life. Without Wil there, I had to play the responsible adult," George whined. "Dream, it was horrible."

Dream snorted, sinking more into bed as the explanation relaxed him. "Since when do you care about being the responsible one?"

"Since I realized I was hanging out with four teens under the age of twenty," George sighed. "I would feel guilty if anything happens to any of them."

"But you never feel so, when around Sapnap and I?" Dream felt the corner of his lips lifting up in an amused smile. "You do realize that we are both younger than you too, right?"

"Eh," came George's non-committal answer, Dream could imagine the shrug despite not seeing it. "Both of you can die in a ditch for all I care."

"George!" Dream yelled, wheezing. "How could you?!"

"I'm kidding!" George giggled, the sound causing butterflies to flutter inside Dream's chest. "You guys are different."

Dream hummed. "Different how?"

"Our age doesn't matter. Between us three, who holds the reigns are situational." He sounded more genuine now. "And ... I'm positive that our dynamic wouldn't change even in real life."

"... Yeah?" Dream smiled, also taking a more sincere tone.

"Mhm." George affirmed. "Not saying that Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo and the others are different people online compared to in real life, or anything. More like, I found out that I hadn't fully know them yet online, and meeting up in person filled in that gap. We're much more comfortable now that it happened."

"There's definitely a change," Dream mused. "The attitude change between you and Wilbur still gives me a whiplash," he admitted.

George laughed. "That. It happened because we know each other better, now. Our limits, our boundaries, all that."

He paused, thinking for a bit. "But you see, with you and Sapnap, I won't need that. Because we've known each other for years. We've known everything there is about each other."

Dream sighed in agreement, soft and fond. "We do."

"I know you," George whispered, like a confession. "... And you know me."

And Dream's heart felt full.

He couldn't explain the feeling. It was warm, delicate, complicated.

But his heart felt full. So, so full.

For a while, silence enveloped them, just the sound of faint breathing through the call. It wasn't awkward, though. Wasn't tense, wasn't suffocating. Or maybe, it was a little suffocating, heavy in his chest, but in an oddly comforting way.

When Dream broke it, "George," he called. For what, he didn't know, but it felt right.

"Dream," George echoed in an exhale.

"George."

"Dream."

Another bout of silence, only a bit shorter.

"I'm glad I get to meet them, and properly get to know them, you know." George spoke up again. Soft, calm, carrying the same tone of confession. Of things he hadn't told Dream before. Of things Dream wondered, but never out loud. "I know that lately, I seem so busy going on one meet-up after another. I know how it takes a lot of our ... time together. But like this, I know I won't regret it later. I'm giving myself the remaining time for the friends here, before–..."

With each word, any feelings of unsettlement, worry and doubt that had ever lingered in Dream's mind these past few weeks got washed away. The insecurity, the unspoken fear of rifts and change.

Because of course George would sense it, despite Dream's best act. Like they had admitted, George knows Dream. He really should've remembered that sooner. Suddenly, he felt silly. But for once, he willingly accepted his own stupidity.

Because Dream also knows George. Knows that this is George reminding him. Softly, sweetly, reassuringly.

"–before I'll leave." George said. "To finally be with you."

Dream closed his eyes, letting George's word soak into him. Drowning, all encompassing.

"George," Dream called out again, like a prayer.

"Dream," George responded. Always, always. "I can't wait to be with you."

"George, turn your cam on," Dream pleaded. He opened his eyes and pulled his phone away from his ears. Brought it in front of his face so he could adjust it, searching for the switch-to-video button himself.

There was no answer. But he heard the rustling of bedsheets, of George also adjusting himself. Five seconds later, the screen flickered, and George's brown eyes stared back at him, glinting bright even in the darkness of his own bedroom, under strands of ruffled hair that contrasted his cheek, laid upon his pillowcase.

Beautiful, always so beautiful to him.

"... Thank you," George whispered with cheeks coloring pink, and Dream realized he had accidentally said the words out loud. "You know that you’re not bad yourself, too, right?"

Dream could feel his own face heating up from the compliment, bringing the hand that wasn't holding his phone to card through messy blond tresses. "Glad to know you think so."

He took his time staring, letting his green eyes linger on each of George's features—all he had spent hours, days, weeks, months, years memorizing, but still not enough.

Never enough.

"George," Dream whispered. "I can't wait to be with you, too."

He saw George visibly shook. Knowing how much impact he had on the other man, as much as George to him, it felt good.

"Soon, Dream," George promised, also in a whisper, but it ingrained itself in Dream's heart.

"Soon," Dream agreed.

Like this, it didn't really feel like they're oceans apart. The visual from their phone screens helped, and it was almost as if they're lying in the same bed together.

It felt real, it felt natural.

Dream knew that later, it would stay like so. Only, even better.

"Goodnight, George." He smiled.

George returned it. "Goodnight, Dream."

I love you.

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