when i finally reach you

The room is quiet as Dream waits for a response, and the ache returns so strongly in George that he almost cracks straight through, staring at his messages and that red heart by Dream’s name. He didn’t even put a space between them, and he wonders what it would be like to sit next to Dream without space between them, what his shoulder and arm and torso would feel like pressed against his.Would Dream loop his arm around George’s shoulders? He’d hold hands for sure, and George’s caseless phone is cold and unyielding and he wants to toss it away so he can’t feel it anymore, so he can imagine warmth and softness and something resembling love.-aka George's love threatens to destroy him in London. One month later, he's headed home to Florida. To Dream.