Yeah sorry it took a few days but I've been busy with my cousin for the past week or more and tomorrow I start camp as a cit so... yeah I promise I'm trying to update

I just wanna go home and take advantage of the steam summer sale but yknow, fuck what I want 🙃🙃

TW: PTSD, panic, trauma

Previously...

"George?" Dream kneeled down, putting his head against the floor so he could see me. I heard him sigh softly, his eyes looking over me worriedly.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

**Dream's P.O.V.**

"C'mere, kitten!" I called, making kissy noises at Patches as she trotted into the room. I heard rustling from where George was sitting, and when I looked, he was standing up, looking absolutely horrified.

I tilt my head curiously, watching with surprise as he ran for it. Patches hopped onto the couch, curling into a ball next to me. I patted her head fondly, sighing.

"Sorry Patches, but I gotta go make sure he's ok," I explain, kissing her head. Patches meowed, putting her paw up on my leg. "Sorry, kitty, but George isn't doing too well." Patches lets out a purr, rubbing her head against my knuckles. "I'm really worried about him," I murmur, getting up off the couch.

Standing up, Patches looks at me with mild offense. "Oh, Patches... I still love you, my beautiful kitten, but right now, George is more important." I went upstairs, hesitating outside the door.

"...George?" I asked, pushing the door out of the way. It hadn't been closed, just pushed three quarters of the way, and it swung open easily. I glanced around the room, not seeing him, but hearing panicked breathing coming from under the bed.

I don't know what could've caused him to react like this. Nothing had happened, and I thought Patches had been nice to him so far. Maybe it was me? Something I said or did?

"George?" I kneeled down, moving slowly so I wouldn't surprise him. I laid my head down on the floor, and I could see him clearly. George was curled into a ball, one hand clamped over his mouth. He was shaking and breathing a bit too quickly. I sighed, watching him with a worried gaze.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." George looked me in the eye for a moment, then glanced back away. "Was it what I said?" I asked, frowning. "What I called Patches?" I heard him inhale sharply, and I knew I had guessed correctly.

"I won't say it again, ok? Will you please come out from there?" George nods hesitantly, and I give him his space. He crawls out from under the bed, eying me warily with his arms wrapped around his middle.

"Are you ok? Do you want a hug?" I question, although I'm fairly certain he would say no. As expected, George shakes his head, frowning deeply. "Alright, that's ok, are we good? You know I'm not going to hurt you?" I hear his breathing hitch ever-so-slightly, but he nods shakily.

"Ok, thank you George. I won't do it again, I promise, I didn't know," I repeat, whether it's to convince him or me I don't know. George just nods, grabbing his phone and typing something.

My phone dings a moment later.

Gogy: sorry

Gogy: I didn't mean to

I frown slightly at that, looking back up at him. George is standing there awkwardly, head bowed. His back is hunched, his arms wrapped around his stomach stiffly.

"You know I'm not mad at you, right? None of this is your fault," I remind, only getting a quick nod in response. "I love you, George, and I made a promise to protect you the best I can. And when I make promises, I don't break them." He just kinda shrugs and nods again, typing something.

Gogy: I just need some alone time

"I don't know if that's a great idea..." George is clearly not in a good state right now, and I don't want to leave him alone, but... I also know I can't- won't- force him to do anything.

Gogy: please

I look at him with worried eyes, sighing. "Alright. But please, be safe. I'll be right downstairs if anything's wrong, ok?" I headed downstairs, silently pleading that George would be ok.

This book is so sad but also like... Im excited for what I'm planning to do with it...