Strange feelings were difficult to ignore, and even more difficult to accept.

The same could be said for abnormal things and concepts.

For as long as he could remember, Dream had always been easy to accept these type things, and strange or mixed feelings were normal to him at this point.

George hadn't.

Even though he was part cat, it was still difficult for him to accept other abnormalities, or to cope with the slightest change in something he had become comfortable with.

He had always gone through life trying to ignore the abnormalities around him, attempting to make his life seem as though it was like anyone else's.

Even though it wasn't.

He wasn't able to go to school.

He wasn't able to go out with friends, and had no one to talk to until he was 10 and met Dream.

He didn't have much physical affection as his parents were weirded out by his cat features.

He didn't leave the house until he was 21, just a few weeks ago to come to America with his friends.

Everything around him had been new, but it hadn't been strange, and he was glad for that.

But it seemed weird that it wasn't.

It seemed weird that the random embraces that the two friends frequently shared weren't awkward.

It seemed weird that the fond stares and gentle gazes weren't received uncomfortably.

It seemed weird that, since the storm, they had grown closer, but not in the way he would think they ever could.

And yet... it all seemed perfect.

George found himself going along with the events as they happened and giving into his impulse to stay close to Dream as much as he could, even though he tried not to.

It was difficult.

It was the day that Sapnap was meant to be arriving, and they were on the couch, watching a movie, not wanting to do anything else for fear that they might make a mess of the house they'd spent days cleaning.

They had a good two hours before their friend landed, and were bored.

Somehow, their idle feelings were settled and satisfied as soon as the blonde initiated yet another cuddle session.

All they had done was changer their positions to be in each other's embrace, and they found themselves content.

But why?

That was the question that George was dying to ask Dream.

Why was it evident that they both felt this way?

Why?

There were too many questions to count that were swirling inside the brunettes mind, making him uneasy and causing his ears to flatten and tail to writhe around with unrest.

Why?

For once in his life, George didnt have an easy answer, and it was making his brain go haywire with frantic emotion, grasping onto any possible solution or excuse as to why he felt this way.

What did he even feel? And why was it so difficult to make sense of it? Why was it so difficult to suppress?

"What's wrong?" Gentle voice, warm hand caressing through brown locks calmingly, fingertips brushing ears.

Immediately, George felt himself relax, unintentionally melting into Dream's hold.

"Nothing." There was no conviction in his voice, making the blonde chuckle at his feeble attempt to lie.

"I can tell something's bothering you."

"It's nothing. I just can't think properly."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know, and it's bothering me."

"So you admit something's bothering you?"

Small giggle, long awaited smile.

"Whatever. Dream?"

The blonde hummed in recognition.

"Have you noticed things have been different since the storm?"

A pause. It was barely there, but George had long since learned how to notice the smallest things in his friends behavior.

A pause. It was fleeting, but all movements stopped for but a moment nonetheless.

There was hesitancy, there was shock, even if it didn't show in Dream's tone when he next spoke.

"Yeah, I have."

It was a careful response, something that told the truth as well as kept the conversation going without revealing too many emotions, something quick to place in a conversation so that he could asses the entire talk.

Dream needed of his friends emotion about the matter if he was to fully open up on his standpoint, but instead of being met with words, there was silence. And for the first time in years, it was an uneasy quiet.

Both bodies were tense, and movements weren't deliberate but rather delivered as though in a trance.

No one spoke.

Until a sigh broke through the thick air, clearing it of unease.

George was able to breathe again, to relax, as he listened to what his friend had to say.

"Yes, I've noticed it. I feel different every time I have physical contact with you. It was different when we cuddled before the storm, it felt more causal. Now it feels... special. Almost intoxicating."

It scared George to know that he felt the exact same; his feelings ran parallel through the words of the blonde.

"I- same with me."

Silence; a tense one, but not uncomfortable. More so apprehensive.

Then, George spoke again, hesitantly.

"Do you... do you think it's bad?"

"No." There was no room for persuasion, and Dream's tone was final.

George fell silent, wondering how his friend could speak about something that changes in their constant and forever familiar friendship with such confidence.

It was clear that the blonde didn't know how he felt, but he was willing to embrace the feeling anyway, to act on impulse for as long as it felt right.

George could only wish to be like him, to will his mind to accept stranger things.

But he couldn't.

"Do you think it's bad?" The blonde's question was purely curious, wanting to know about his friends take on the situation, interested in the smaller boys feelings.

He cared.

George felt his cheeks warm at the thought, but he would deny it forever, or as long as it was possible to argue against the fact.

"I don't know what to feel." It was the truth, but it was rushed.

Between the two boys, George was quicker to realize what these feelings meant, however he had been rejecting the realization ever since he had begun to put the pieces together.

He knew what falling for someone felt like, because years ago, he had fallen for the same blonde that was beside him.

He had just gotten really good at denying it.

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