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George was lounging on Dream's bed, scrolling absentmindedly through Tik Tok. He was originally leaning against the headboard, showing the bed's other occupant trend videos he thought he could recreate, but Dream had fallen asleep about half an hour ago and George was too lazy to move.
Dream's soft snoring had begun about five minutes before, and George had slipped down from his seated position to more of a laying one to bury his head into the pillow. Dream had bought him the same pillow cases for their present swap, but something about Dream's ones was definitely comfier.
A small stutter in Dream's breath had George instinctively reaching out to comfort him, before freezing with his hand hovering inches from his roommates shoulder. He's not sure what made him reach out, he's usually not the first to provide comfort.
As he mulled the thought over, Dream's gentle snoring resumed, and George decided that being around his new overly affectionate Florida roommates must be rubbing off on him.
Even Sapnap's repeated random hug requests were becoming declined less and less the longer they lived together. Must be something in the air he decided, his still hovering hand returning to the side of his phone slowly.
His scrolling continued until Dream suddenly bolted upright, seeming to change from sleep to wide awake in a fraction of a second. George dropped his phone in surprise, and observed the flurry of hands looking for something a tired brain could not locate.
George wordlessly grabbed a blue whiteboard marker from the bedside table, capturing one of the frantic hands beside him and pressing the marker into it. He received a mumbled thank you, and his heart did a weird double beat at the voice shrouded in sleep.
The marker raced across the bedside whiteboard, and George found himself biting his lip to hold back the chuckle rising in his throat. He'd thought the bedroom whiteboard was weird, but after a few times seeing Dream wake to scribble notes and pictures it seemed very logical now.
Most of the time the whiteboard contents were complete garbage, with Sapnap or George (or both) forced to later help decipher asleep Dream's cryptic words. Occasionally a golden nugget of inspiration would sneak it's way through, but sometimes it would just be a badly drawn bunny.
The writing ceased, the whiteboard marker clattering against the bedside table as it's owner flopped back against the mattress. George glared slightly as Dream seemed to slip immediately back into sleep, jealous of how easy he was able to.
"Only when you're around" Dream's words echoed in his head, but he was still very skeptical that his presence could have any impact on the other's ability to sleep. He glanced over to the board and squinted to make out the words in the dimly lit room.
All he could make out was 'all of us', 'water', and 'race', and he groaned internally that this would probably be part of another extravagant outdoor activity he did not want a part of, knowing full well he would cave as soon as Dream's puppy eyes appeared.
George sunk lower in the bed, refocusing on his phone, deciding that the whiteboard idea would be a future issue (assuming Dream even remembered what his subconscious brain was even talking about).
The even breathing beside him soon lured him to relax, and being too lazy to leave his comfy spot on the bed, George soon fell asleep as well.