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It wasn't often that George was nervous around Dream.

More often then not, Dream was the one nervous around George. Nervous when George smiled; nervous when George laughed; nervous when George pulled that pinched, unreadable expression that usually meant he was upset; nervous when George would slip scrawny fingers between his own and squeeze; nervous when George would look at him, really look at him, as though he'd hung the moon and the stars. Dream was always nervous around George.

But, for once, George was nervous around Dream. And Dream knew.

George had been quiet, quieter than usual. At first, Dream figured he really was just tired - they'd both pulled some awfully short nights over the last few weeks and Dream himself felt exhaustion keeping at the corners of his eyes.

But then that same jittery nervousness became permanent long after Dream had certified that they shared a good few nights of restful sleep and Dream began to feel it spread and catch in his own chest.

More than once, Dream caught George curled on the floor with a cat and a kitten in lap - puppy much too excitable to sit still. He was talking to them, Dream knew that he was because he could hear it as he approached, but every time he got close enough to decipher what George was saying, the other would stop.

He asked about it once, late into the night, fresh from a late lasting stream. "Do you talk to the animals, love?" He'd begun and George froze up. No more thumb idly scrolling twitter, no more brown eyes watching through their peripheral and no more nervous fingers drumming.

"No." George denied guiltily at the time, though Dream hadn't the heart to press further on accounts of the sizeable bags beneath his lover's eyes.

With George fast asleep sprawled over his chest and Patches equally so over George's back, Dream let himself wonder when this nervousness began.

There hadn't been any awful streams as of late - not that he was aware of at least. No terribly awkward questions that set off bad moods or stirred rumours, no infuriatingly unsuccessful runs or anything of the like.

In fact, Dream couldn't recall anything that would have made George so lingeringly nervous since the man had spent a day alone with-

Oh.

Yes, he supposed, that may have been it.

Sapnap had begged the two for longer than Dream could remember for another meet-up, possibly since George had moved in in the first place. Then, at the last moment, George and Sapnap decided to spend the day alone together for the first time - they reasoned that they'd meet up again soon after and Dream would be able to join them that time round.

Now that he thought about it, George had been fine before seeing Sapnap. He'd seemed excited even, up early that morning and dressed and ready long before Dream had the chance to finish his cereal. George had pressed a quick kiss to his forehead and then scrambled out of the door.

And ever since he'd gotten back, it was almost as though George could no longer look him in the eye.

Dream found himself back what seemed a hundred years ago, when he'd first seen George in person. George had stared, understandably so, and looked away bashfully every time Dream attempted to catch his eye. It had been funny, even a little charming, at the time but now it was rather worrying. He should be able to catch his boyfriend's gaze without the boy in question glancing away.