"No, you can't get up", George mumbled sleepily, when he felt Dream trying to stand up, "You're my prisoner for today and tomorrow and maybe the day after tomorrow"

Dream chuckled, laid back down and ran his hand through Georges hair. The brunette had just arrived the day before, now battled jet lag and could hardly keep his eyes open.

"I wanted to cook us lunch", Dream tried to persuade him, but George shook his head, nuzzled further into Dreams chest and said: "We can order later, now cuddle"

"Now cuddle, okay", Dream replied, smiling.

George really had been is saving grace, keeping his mental health and happiness from declining into the negatives.

With George around him, he couldn't stop himself from smiling and his heart from happily fluttering whenever George merely looked at him. He was everything the blonde had needed so desperately.

His George, in his arms, finally feeling home.

"George?", he asked and the brunette, who tried to cuddle as close as humanly possible, hummed. "What?" "I think I'm in love with you" "You think?" "I'm pretty sure" "Good", George replied, head falling against Dreams chest again. Dream chuckled. "What do you mean, good?", he asked and George smiled.

"Good, cause I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you for over a year" "Wanna be in love together?" "Yeah", George mumbled, "That sounds nice"

Dream kissed his head. "I have such a beautiful boyfriend", he said quietly, with a soft smile and George hummed happily.

"Mine is kind of an idiot, but he's very cute"

The blonde chuckled and George smiled.

Yeah, this was right.