Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 10

Vomit mention| Self harm + E.D mention | angst feelings + emotions| Rose

~2 months later~ (December)

Dream was facing the wall, wide awake. He could hear Georges soft snoring behind him.

They didn't cuddle anymore, Dream didn't like being touched.

George still didn't know what happened in that room and decided he would never find out so over time, he stopped asking. He did notice a bruise forming along Dreams right cheekbone and left eye, figuring his father punched him a few times. He wasn't sure what else happened.

Dream didn't speak much, he hardly ate and was extremely sleep deprived. He was afraid to close his eyes.

Tonight, it was three in the morning and Dream finally got about an hour of sleep before stirring awake again.

He sat up and looked over at George. He knew George was going through as much of a rough time as him, their relationship was slipping away.

Dream got out of bed and accidentally stepped on Patches' tail.

Rowr!

"Maybe don't lay in the fucking doorway then." Dream picked her up and gave her a kiss on the head. "Sorry."

Meow.

Dream brought her to the island and gave her a can of food. He grabbed a glass of water for himself and sat next to Patches as he drank.

Slow footsteps came from the bedroom. "Dream?"

Dream turned and got off the island. "Hi, George."

Georges morning face displayed a question his lips were to sleepy to ask.

"It's three in the morning, and I'm thirsty."

George rubbed his eyes and sat on the couch, wrapping himself in a blanket. "I have school tomorrow. Just two days left until Winter break."

Dream hadn't been to school in months, not since the call. The school was excusing his absences being his sister died. "Go back to sleep, then." Dreams tone was calm.

"Can you hold me?" He was so touch deprived, especially with someone laying right beside him who used to hold him every night to now they barely even speak.

Dream was quiet. "I'll try."

George looked up at Dream, who for the first time in ages, allowed him to grab his hand and walked him to the bedroom.

They got situated under the covers, Dream spooning Georges skinny body.

"Have you been eating okay?" Dream asked.

George groaned in reply. "Not much."

Dreams heart sank. He was Georges biggest support, his cheerleader. Without him, George didn't have the motivation to keep himself healthy. He let out a deep exhale. "We'll get you better."

"Everything's so messed up now. I thought we were gonna be okay and then your sister died and everything else fell apart."

"Don't blame this on her."

"I'm not blaming anyone, I'm saying the course of events."

"Okay."

Dream and George hadn't done anything together in months. Dream typically liked being alone, George was nervous that he'd make Dream angry by asking if he wanted to cuddle, have sex, or go on a date.

"Dream?" George asked, quietly.

"Hm?" Dream replied, sleepily. His eyes felt heavy, the smell of Georges clean hair gave him a sense of nostalgia and comfort as it did back in August.