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He sat down, pouring them each a glass.

"So tell me about yourself! What do you work as?" Tyler smiled taking a sip of his drink, Dream let out a nervous chuckle at the question.

"Currently unemployed, looking for something though."

"There is no way you're unemployed with this place, holy shit man" Tyler laughed causing Dream to chuckle.

"Yeah, my previous job payed well, suppose i'm just good with money."

"Ah, i'm also unemployed, i can't work for a little while."

"Oh, why's that if you don't mind me asking?" Dream raised a brow.

"I'd rather not get into it, anyways-"

The two continued on getting to know each other, light hearted conversation, it'd been a few hours and they were on their second bottle of alcohol and both were drunker than expected.

"Clay, can i ask you something?" Tyler turned, his expression had changed for the first time that evening, now it was a frown with his brows furrowed. He seemed nervous.

"Sure what's up."

"Do i move back to england?"

"I mean-" Dream paused, thinking, "If you want to, then it's your decision. What made you want to move here."

"I had some friends in the past, uh-" he cleared his throat, "Dean and Sam. Something come up though, when i came. they were gone, i couldn't go back to england for a little while, but i just got the all clear."

"Right," Weird, a little too weird.

"Why did they leave?"

"Im not sure, we'll- i did disappear for a long time. It wasn't my fault though!" he was quick to defend himself. "Just- something came up and i couldn't come anymore, i did something stupid, i was a liar Clay." He sighed running a hand through his hair and across his face. "They definitely hate me."

"Im sure they don't." Dream attempted to reassure him, rubbing comforting circles on his back, usually he wouldn't with someone he didn't know well- but then again, he was a little drunk and felt weirdly at ease around Tyler.

"anyway- uh on a lighter note do you have any pets." Tyler forced a smile. Dreams expression dropped slightly.

"This is about to get dark." Dream chuckled standing and walking over to the fireplace (which wasn't actually a fireplace, it was for show.) He picked up an urn, seeing Tyler's expression drop as he cursed himself putting his head in his hands.

"This is my cat- she uh, recently passed." He forced a smile, a collar was wrapped around the top of the urn.

"Oh my god- i'm so sorry, i didn't realise-"

"Chill man, it's fine." He smiled, "if she was still here, she'd be all over you."

"She sounded sweet."

"She was! She was," he repeated, putting her down and sitting down on the couch beside Tyler. "Was the cutest little thing too, was constantly wrapping her tail around people's ankles for attention. She was all i had for a long time."

"I'm sorry," Tyler frowned, "what was her name."

"Patches!" He smiled.

"That's weird." Tyler breathed, it was quiet- not meant for Dream to hear, but he heard.

"She was called it, cause she- well i don't actually know why i called her patches i can't remember. But it suited her."

"mhm" Tyler hummed.

"everyrhing okay?" Dreams tone shifted.

"Just- it's nothing- don't worry 'bout it."

"Okay?" Dream raised a brow, nervously tapping his knees.

"You remind me of someone." Tyler blurted out.

"I get that a lot."

"Yeah."

"Anyway, wanna play some games or something, i've got a few on the ps5" Dream smiled, desperate to move on from the awkwardness that had filled the room. Tyler nodded and Dream grabbed two controls switching it on.

They we're playing some new type of PVP game, Tyler was surprisingly good at it and completely kicking Dreams ass.

"STOP- OH MY GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" Dream yelled, throwing his controlled down in defeat, pouring and crossing his arms as the death screen appeared on his side of the screen.

"HA! SUCK IT- YOURE LITERALLY SO BAD-"

"i hate you so much george, oh my go-" He paused, realising what he just said, "Oh- shit i didn't mean to- it just slipped- it's kinda funny- you just look like someone i used to be really good friends with- shit- sorry Tyler."

"What did you just say?" Tyler's voice was stern, he put the controller down, facing Dream with narrow brows.

"Uh- i accidentally called you George."

"Dream?" his expression dropped.