tea of despair, window of hope: why did i fall in love?

Looking back on it, it should have been obvious. The way George’s cheeks always tinted the same familiar hue at his suggestive jokes, or the way George’s smile changes when directed at Dream; when his eyes crinkle at the edges and he maneuvers his lips up into a jovial semicircle, delicately enraptured with a gentle fondness reserved for Dream and Dream only. The way their dynamic together is completely different from anyone else, and how the fans devour at it and have it blossom into thousands of works of pure art; something so unique and beautiful that was inspired by their duo alone. The fans have seen it for months, and George is just now learning to open his eyes at it.

And realise that he is truly, utterly, fucked.///////After a rather uncomfortable stream, George comes to realisation that he has feelings for his best friend - and that said feelings may never be reciprocated.