Dream 🫐🌊🎆🪩🫧

Another event at Wendell's home ended with a fun, albeit modest, feast.

Mr. Thompson and his sister Rose laughed as they watched the comedy-drama, trying not to listen to spoilers from Josh.

Wendell and Filworld chatted quietly in the background, discussing organizational matters as well as life moments, jokes, and puns.

You were sitting there, watching a comedy, but feeling a bit bored, when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. It was Dream, still with that soft, relaxed smile that seemed to say, "Everything's fine, nothing to worry about. "

• Hello. Shampoo?

You gasped but nodded, and he handed you a glass and filled it with a golden, fizzy liquid that smelled of vanilla and citrus. It was your favorite alcoholic drink.

— Is everything okay? If you're bored, we can leave the boys and... watch something you like better than these soap operas.

You giggle, and he still looks at you warmly. This time, his gaze feels different. You'd noticed it a while ago: he was always polite with everyone, which was normal, but this intense gaze, which most often appeared around you...

You've already realized this, right?
This modest understatement, the desire not to burden you with the obligation to accept his advances, but rather a calm, uncommitted action. But you're not a fan of affairs, right? This depth, this stability, this sense of security... that's exactly what you needed.

Your chest tightens pleasantly, causing a silly smile. You see a chance.

Dream himself grinned slightly at the sight. He always understood you perfectly.