Awakening in the warmth of someone you care for with the sun shining through golden locks was all George could dream for.

An arm was snaked around his waist and a warm hand was placed in his hair, stilled hours ago by the heavy blanket of a peaceful sleep.

George had to fight the purr that threatened to explode from his chest, closing his eyes and allowing his tail to move around happily underneath the sheets, his ears twitching with excitement, but the rumble in his chest was forbidden.

It was difficult when the blonde was breathing so steadily and, even in his sleep, holding him with such tender care.

It was hard to suppress the purr when Dream's heart beat so calmingly, when his warm breath fanned the top of George's ears so gently.

Then, the hand in brunette locks began to move as the blonde slowly awoke, and out of the corner of his eye, George saw the fond smile spread across his friend's face.

It was too much; Dream made him weak, he made him happy, he made him content.

The sound started out quietly, but the noise soon grew noticeably, and a low purr was slipping into the air between them.

George was lost in ecstasy, a wide smile on his lips, his ears pointed forwards, his tail rustling the sheets slowly, his hands clutching the brown hoodie Dream was wearing.

The blonde was surprised to say the least, but he continued his movement, fingers rubbing through brunette locks, hand painting circles into the small of his friend's back.

He found himself grinning at the purrs, tears of caring for a cat telling him that he made the brunette in his arms comfortable, content to be in his presence.

He could have sworn his heart swelled at the thought.

An hour passed, then two, the two staying together, smiles and words being exchanged.

There was a kind of freedom that was spread between the two now, both knowing that their feelings were returned and having permission to simply do what felt right.

There was no doubt in Dream's mind when he wrapped his arm around the smaller's waist and pulled him close.

There was no hesitation in George's movement as his hand raised to cup the blonde's cheek.

And there was only comfortable silence as they stared into each other's eyes.

Until, finally, Dream broke the silence as he often did.

"So... you can purr?"

Short laughs, crinkled eyes.

"Yes, Dream, I can. But only when I'm content and completely calm. I have to be trusting of my surroundings."

It was the truth, something that seemed to flow easier through his words since he had arrived in America.

"You're comfortable with me, then?"

"You're a dumbass." Perhaps he was able to speak the truth, but if he was questioned about it too often, George would become secretive and protective over his feelings.

It was something that would never be communicated easily for him.

"Am I?" Dream asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I had to figure out feelings for the both of us after all."

"I had it almost figured out! You gotta give me some credit at least!"

"I really don't! I figured it out and then had to do all the confessing!" George said incredulously.

"I let you! You needed the character development!"

"I did not! I'm a completely developed person, thank you!"

They were close, their faces inches from each other's, their giggles mixing together in the air, their smiles reciprocated in their close proximity.

George was the first to look away, a blush coating his rosy cheeks as he covered his face with his forearm.

There wasn't anything really to be embarrassed about; their conversation was easy and normal, the same as it had been for years, but something about the blonde did something to George, making him flustered with a single glance.

Both boys secretly knew they could never bring themselves to hate the fact, but that truth would never be admitted.

The arm that found itself wrapped around the brunettes waist was now pulling him closer still to the chest of the blonde, making his cheeks burn that much more.

"Come on," Dream cooed, coaxing George's arm off of his face. "Let me see your face... your beautiful hair, your sparkling eyes..."

George's arm fell from his face, revealing a grin upon a reddened face.

Green eyes stared into brown, entranced.

"Sparkling eyes..." the blonde muttered.

Large smiles, warm feelings.

Purrs we're quick to elicit from George's chest, filling the comforting silence that had enveloped the two, making their grins widen that much more.

This was everything Dream never knew to wish for, and wished more than ever not to lose.

He never imagined that he'd find himself infatuated with George, enchanted by his every movement, adoring his every step, flustered by his every glance.

He never imagined that he would so often be bathed in the beauty that was obvious across seas and through screens, but increased tenfold in the light of intimacy.

He never imagined that his best friend would be part cat, with a tail that he admired, and ears that he gushed at. His little catboy.

Cute.

His feelings stemmed from that one word, the final admittance that he found his best friend a person to admire, to borderline fawn over, without the usual thoughts of denial that always soon followed the truth of his feelings.

Everything stemmed from there, the one word that he still hadnt gotten the courage to mutter in earshot of the person it was directed to.

Everything that he was in this moment- holding the brunette, looking into his eyes, smiling at his beauty, inching closer to his face, eyes flickering towards his lips - it all stemmed from something he knew but couldn't admit.

Just like the very feelings he relied and acted on.

But right now, with light brown eyes staring hopefully into his own, Dream knew that verbal confession didn't matter.

It wasn't important.

The only thing kn their mind was their growing closeness, the lingering glances on each other's lips...

It was magical, it was right.

They were becoming closer than they thought they could've, were happier than they would've thought could come from their new living arrangements.

But the silence, the closeness, even the hold on George's waist that assured them both that everything was alright was broken in the second tag a crash resounded around the room.

Sapnap had been knocking for a good hour... and had accidentally broken down the door.

This was shit, and this was late. I'm sorry.