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                                                Dream's Pov:

          It wasn't until leaving the hospital a day after Tommy's accident that I remembered I was in London. A light breeze swept through my hair as George, Wilbur and I exited the hospital and made our way to the car- that had miraculously not been towed.

            "Damn, we got lucky," Wilbur said, remarking at the car.

            "Somebody probably mentioned that our friend's face got scorched off," George snickered.

            "Too soon!"

       Yet we were already laughing.

       Our mission was to retrieve Tommy's bags from the rental, which doesn't necessarily call for three men but we figured he could use some private time with his parents. Wilbur opted to drive and I pulled myself into the passenger seat without even hearing a peep of criticism.

       We drove in silence, but I felt the mutual understanding in their presence. I felt selfish as I realized how my trip had been cut short, but I couldn't help but wish I had more time with George- and Tommy and Wilbur. 

       Slowly the buildings outside my window turned from shops to townhouses and eventually we returned to the house. It stood unfazed and though it barely had been a day I couldn't help but think of the house as a relic, capturing our everyday lives before the accident. George fumbled with the keys for a moment before finally letting us in. I began to make my way upstairs to grab Tommy's things.

        "Hey, hey, take a break alright, clean yourself off we have all day to get back," Wilbur reminded us.

        "I literally showered like, recently," I said, scrambling to defend myself.

      Wilbur smirked and pointed behind me. I turned around and stared at my reflection in the tall mirror. A few runs to the hospital cafeteria and a nap on their couches had done a solid on my hair and left my clothing well past their prime. George came up behind me and pushed his way into the mirrors view too. I watched him as he attempted to adjust his mop of dark hair before shaking his head.

      "Looking a little rough..." He said, still locking eyes with his own reflection.

      "Some like it rough." I responded, looking down at him.

      He turned his gaze to me and blushed before rushing up the stairs to get the first shower. I gave myself a final scan the mirror before letting out a sigh and plopping down on the unmade couch-bed. I went to pull out my phone but before I could open it Wilbur had sat down next to me.

     "Now correct me if I'm way out of term here," he began, "but would it be crazy to ask if there is something going on with-" he flashed his eyes at me, hoping I would finish the words for him.

     "I-"

       Can there be a "something" when he clearly doesn't see me that way. I probably brought this on myself, constantly fake flirting with him to poke fun at the countless fanfics, edits and tweets thrown at us everyday.

      "I don't know," I finished as my head sunk into my palms.

       "Hey I'm sorry," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder, "I didn't mean to stress you out, it just seemed a little different then the playful stuff I'm used to from streaming with you two."

        "It's just seeing him, I don't know- I guess I thought it was just admiration at first but I don't know now."

         "Do you want to," Wilbur cut himself off and scrunched his face a little bit, "I'm really bad at making this not sound weird. Do you want to like, be with him?"

       I laughed a little, not because of what he was asking but more so that someone was.

          "Well, uh."

    The sound of George rushing down the stairs caught me. I must have been too focused to hear the shower turning off.

          "You're up next?" he asked me through a grin.

           "Yeah," I turned to face Wilbur, "yeah."