"Cute."

The words was uttered quietly, but loud enough to hold the intention of George hearing.

The brunette simply laughed, the last remnants of his anxiety dissipating in the humid wind that blew between them, warming them even more than they already were.

It wasn't long before they were both in the car, chatting away excitedly, their banter starting up immediately after 10 hours of being forced into the inability to converse with one another.

The plane trip, George decided, wasnt bad. It was insufferable, however, the fact that he was unable to speak to the blonde.

So far, no questions had been asked about his Neko form, the fact settling comfortably between the two friends that none really needed to be.

They were comfortable with each other, their conversation flowing smoothly, glances being thrown frequently, and smiles never leaving their faces.

It was nice, that for once in his life, George wasnt frowned upon. For once, he was seen and spoken to with kindness.

He was seen.

It wasnt only the fact that he had exposed his largest secret that made him feel validated, and it wasnt even the fact that his friend had reacted as well as he had.

He didnt feel this way because his face was revealed to the person that meant the most to him, or because he felt at home in the States.

It was because he felt accepted for every part of himself.

They had finally arrived at the house, the drive being long but seemingly fleeting as they chatted away.

If anyone saw them now, they would think they'd been deprived of any form of contact for years, having ages worth of catching up to do when in reality it had only been a few hours in which they both were napping.

For the last few minutes, there was finally silence, the giggles subsiding, the words fading into a calm atmosphere.

George was smiling, his ears perking up on top of his head, and his tail swishing slightly behind him in his joy.

He was content, comfortable to be in the presence of his friend for the first time in his life, after a ripe 10 years of waiting.

The fans would only ever know about the past 5 years of their friendship, believing that it was their fame and careers that originally brought them together.

The two knew, however, that their dynamic sprouted from a lonely boy in Europe that didn't go outside often that was looking for a friend; just one out of a thousand playing bedwars on Hypixel.

It was a miricle that they were brought together, the brunette having played bedwars all day with several random people, it was simply fate that before he logged off his accidental teammate happened to be someone perfect for his friendship.

Sure, their bond grew with their subscribers on YouTube, but that was less important than the years of friendship they had shared before their relationship was broadcasted across the internet.

It was a treasure.

They were pulling into the driveway, the tires crunching over the stray gravel of the ground and car bumping slightly on the uneven cobbled road as they slowed to a stop, Dream shifting the car into park and turning to face the brunette's already waiting eyes.

They smiled, in awe at the fact that this was happening. George exited the car first, walking out and stopping at the nose of the vehicle, taking in the house before him.

Dream stepped into the spot beside him, examining their home with his friend. They were speechless; it was really happening!

It didnt feel real. Maybe that's why Dream reached his hand out, grasping onto Georges, an act that seemed to validate the fact that they were at each other's side in the flesh at last.

They both smiled a bit wider at that, wordlessly walking into the house for the brunette to explore. (I'm not basing the house on their irl house. That seems a bit weird to me, and I dont want to go and analyze footage so I can get a mental view of the layout.)

The floor was wooden, a dark brown rivaling the near blackness of George's hair, and the walls were painted a light, warm gray. It was cozy to say the least, but at the same time spacious.

Upon entering the house, George was able to see a spiral staircase, the tan carpeted steps reaching high to another floor he was excited to explore.

It was weird, the way George's catlike excitement overtook him at times, his tentativeness balancing with the overwhelming anticipation he had for viewing every one of the rooms.

His ears stood high on his head, twitching and bending to any sound that he heard. The dishwasher, the dryer, the water dropping slowly from a faucet somewhere, and the purring of the cat that stood before him now.

Patches.

The tabby brown cat with curious eyes, described to be feisty and standoffish when around strangers, but a sweetheart to people she was familiar with.

No one moved, no one knew what to think or expect.

George had seen patches over FaceTime many times, and the cat had seen him too, always attempting to claw at his face.

The joke that Patches had seen George before any of their friends was an ongoing one, but now where Dream and his cat had seeing the brunette in the flesh, and like it was moments later with the blonde, no one knew what to expect of the reaction.

It was all still, small sounds emitting from the pet in front of the two boys.

And then, in a swift movement, Patches was in George's arms, purring and nuzzling into his chest like Dream had never seen her do before.

George reciprocated the affection immediately, nuzzling his nose into her fur, smelling the coconut-strawberry shampoo.

There was a purr begging to rise from George's chest in his calmness, in his comfort, but so long as Dream was nearby, he would push it down as much as he could, not wanting to suffer the cooing and teasing and embarrassment that would follow.

"Do you want to see the rest of the house?" Dream asked, pulling his friend out of his reverie, the brunette blinking as though coming out of a dream as he raised his head to stare at the blonde, nodding.

"Yeah, sure, let's do it."

The tour wound up being them running around the house, trying to avoid the other for a series of reasons, the smaller boy becoming very familiar with the first floor of the house in his attentive focus of all the rooms while he tried looking for somewhere to hide.

By evening, they were worn out, barely able to keep their eyes open through a movie as the brunette lay his head on the blonde's shoulder tiredly, and somewhat dozing off through a quick dinner of pizza.

It was unsure when they fell asleep, whether it was with a piece of crust hanging out of Dream's hand or halfway through the closing monologue of their third movie, but they never did make it upstairs to the bedrooms, instead eliciting to give into their laziness and sleep in each other's half embrace on the couch.

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