"So... you're a cat..."

This was his fifth time asking, and his furrowed eyebrows showed that his confusion was ginuine.

George sighed again, rolling his eyes as he turned around to look at Sapnap, clearly annoyed.

"No, Sap. I'm George. A boy with cat features. A Neko, if you must use labels."

The brunette clearly didn't like the conversation, clearly incensed by his friends idiocy and inconsideration, he was comfortable.

He could breathe freely, and that's all Sapnap could want in the wake of his two friends revealing something so private.

"Oh, so you're a catboy!" Sapnap concluded with a proud, childlike smile on his face.

"I prefer if you just call me George." the brunette said, turning around in his seat and crossing his arms.

"Sapnap, leave him alone." Dream spoke up, finally emerging from his silent spell and joining their banter.

"What? I'm just calling it what it is!" the brown haired male exclaimed, the smile on his face making it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

"I'm not an 'it'" George yelled back.

"I never said you were! I said you were a catboy, which you are!"

And the arguing continued.

Car rides were something that, in the wake of their now arrived friend, would change. From its nature in the presence of only Dream and George, calm and serene, a safe place to say anything, it would now become energetic, full of music and color, playful banter and throwaway insults filling the air.

The blonde sighed. Perhaps that was something he could get used to, and perhaps so was the new feelings that had been unleashed towards the brunette at his side.

A red light allows Dream to glance to his left at the brunette, still frowning and yelling with a small pout on his lips and his cat ears pressed firmly against his skull.

Small chuckle, fond gaze.

It was easy to get lost in the way George looked, but it was easier to blame his staring on the fact that he had never seen his best friend before.

That's what he had been doing, but every time the excuse had left his lips, something churned uncomfortably in his gut, telling him that the lies were ones he recognized as well as those he told them to.

Even though he had grown up teaching himself to be accepting of everything strange or abnormal, Dream knew he still had trouble addressing things that were new, even if they were good.

Any new toy he received for his birthday was placed at the top shelf of his bookcase until he got used to seeing it around his room a few months later, and only then would he be allowed to play with it.

Before he began streaming, he would do loads of practice runs each day, just to get comfortable bieng filmed live.

The blonde knew that something was different, but confronting the feeling, however right it made him feel when he was in the presence of the brunette, was difficult.

A week had flown by since Sapnap had landed, and a routine was quick to settle over the house, the disorder that had unmasked itself in the wake of the most boisterous male of the trio having disrupted everything that George and Dream had put in place in their lone time together.

Jokes were quick to be seen as eligible to be repeated by the brown haired, mostly consisting of trashing George's cooking, making fun of the normalcy of Dreams bedroom, and countless variations of dnf jokes.

No, the two in the middle of a crossfire of jokes never tried to hide the gravitational pull that always brought them into each other's arms multiple times a day, as that was sometimes impossible.

However, even with his keen eye, the blonde always seemed to miss the blush that would spread across George's cheeks when the jokes were delivered. He would always miss the way the brunette's ears perked up ing the dark and how his tail would thrash around with happiness in the night when he agreed Georfe could cuddle with him for the night.

He missed it, but that was okay, at least in George's eyes.

Yes, he was the only one who truly knew what he and his best friend were feeling, but he never had the guts to tell the blonde.

He felt safe with his friend, content in his embrace, trusting in their shared gazes, and comfortable in their unfiltered talks late at night, and unworried in the concerned looks that fell upon his from green eyes in his time of wondering their dynamic.

But all of that couldn't change the fact that this was different. This was describing what it was to love someone and explaining that it was what the two felt for each other.

Even though George trusted Dream, the conversation could end up crushing him.

Though in their late night conversing, there were little to no jokes, his confession might be seen as one, as the brunette rarely spoke about his feelings, instead conveying them in expressions and carefully worded questions.

This would be speaking about them head on, with no way to get around it.

George had been building up the courage for a week now, ever since the first day Sapnap had arrived and seen them snuggling, immediately claiming them to be 'doing the gay'.

He had blushed, had shuffled uncomfortably even, but he had also made up his mind.

His best friend deserved to know and not be left confused.

George knew fully well that is wasn't always about knowing you loved someone, or even accepting that you did.

You could love someone and not want to, you could love someone and not want to be with them.

And that was something that would forever plague the brunettes heart when he delivered his confession.

He stood outside Dream's door again tonight, waiting to go in, the blue glow moonlight shining in slender lines through the blinds draped over the bedroom door.

The darkness found its way around him, clouding everything and shrouding all his senses into a blank void.

The nerves in his hand were buzzing as he reached for the door handle, and his mind felt like it was being pumped full of helium, only to implode later.

His eyes felt as though they could see everything and yet nothing in the darkness, bieng unable to focus on any one thing.

Deep breath, controlling thoughts.

George's eyes softened from their fearful gaze on everything into a fond stare as he thought about the person he was about to see.

Dream.

The blonde that had stolen his heart and unknowingly was now waiting for a confession.

Dream.

Fond smile, opening door.

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