One month has passed since the death of Dream.

Tubbo had hardly eaten anything, and spent most of his time in the cemetery, specifically talking to the grave of his friend.

Most people wouldn't be as heartbroken over the death of someone they knew for maybe a week. Sure, they'd be heartbroken, but not completely distraught.

So how did these two practically strangers bond so quickly...?

~<•>~

"Hey, Tubbo." Miranda, a friend of his mother's who took over the floristry after her death, said softly to the teen. "You feeling any better?"

The teen didn't say anything. Instead, he picked a zinnia from a nearby bouquet and handed it to the red-headed woman.

"That bad, hm?" She said more than asked.

The teen didn't say anything. Instead, he grabbed a variety of flowers and arranged them into a bouquet.

"I'll see you tonight, Mira." He said softly, walking out of the shop.

~<•>~

"Hey, Dream." The teen whispered, as if he spoke too loudly the gravestone would shatter. Or he would. "I brought you some flowers."

He gently placed the bouquet of cypress, marigold, poppies, and white and black roses onto the grave's soil, careful not to disturb his friend's eternal slumber.

He sighed, gently stroking the cold stone.

"I'll wait here for when you wake up."

~<•>~

Tommy walked into the graveyard, the moonlight illuminating his way. He walked the all too familiar path, walking up to an all too familiar grave, an all too familiar sleeping figure lying next to the stone, holding it on for dear life.

He pitied the slightly older teen. The last time he saw his friend this distraught was when his mother died, and to be fair, he was about ten or so.

He gently shook the sleeping teen awake, sighing and carrying the smaller teen when he refused to wake up.

"You better be glad I care about you too much to let you freeze to death out here."

~<•>~

"Thank you, Tommy," Miranda said when the teen walked into the floristry. "Tubbo should be glad he got lucky with a friend like you."

The blonde nodded, smiling in acknowledgment. He walked to the housing part of the building, easily finding his best friend's bedroom through the darkness. He gently set the smaller teen down on his bed, careful not to wake him.

He took a moment to admire his friend's innocent and peaceful look as he slept, it being amplified in the moonlight flooding in from the nearby window.

He realized that the teen's eyes were back to their original brown. He assumed that he just gave up on the colored contacts after Dream's death.

He also noted his friend's natural brown hair becoming more prominent as his hair grew out more. Soon enough, the teen would need a haircut, and at that point, there would be little to no blonde hair left.

Tommy didn't mind though. He preferred his friend's natural hair and eye color.

~<•>~

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