we'll make this work -- (Error x F!Dream)

chapter 18 (2) -- hot showers, cold showers

"...What are you talking about...?" he asked slowly, his tone slipping ever so slightly on frustration. "I'm talking to you right now, and I'm letting you talk to me right now."

"Only 'cause you helped me."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"When I try to help you or explain something, you get mad at me and yell. Then you won't let me talk to you when...whenI try to... to helpyou or..." She paused, awaiting any sort of reaction from him. When he said nothing, she continued in a quick and almost breathless voice. "I don't like it when you yell at me...it makes me feel...sad. I don't like being away from you...or seeing you avoid me...it makes me feel lonely... I love you a lot, Error. I love you so much...but...I don't like to see you alone...I don't like to be yelled at or see you sad. I know you're sad when you do it. You don't like to yell. At least, not at me. I can feel it, ya know? And I know how it makes you f-"

"-We need to get you into a shower," Error cut in, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along.

"Ruru I wasn't done yet-!"

"I don't care."

"You never care."

"I do care-"

"You just said you don't care!"

"Just shut up, Dream. You're drunk."

...

Dream didn't say another word, instead trying to focus on her feet and where they were going as he pulled her along.

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Error stood outside Dream's bathroom. He listened to the inconsistent sound of water hitting the tub, the occasional hum from Dream, and the sound of the night outside. Or...could you call it morning? He didn't know exactly anymore.

He was tired.

More than just physically tired, though that was also true. He was tired of the awkwardness between himself and Dream.

...

Was that all he was tired of though?

"Hey Error!"

"Yeah?" he called back, getting up and preparing to walk in if needed.

"I don't think I'm drunk anymore-"

"Take another cold shower."

"But I don't like thoooose!"

"It'll help, trust me."

Dream let out a loud groan, the sound of the water being turned off, then turned back on. Error let himself smile a bit behind the door.

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Dream stepped out of the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind her. She saw Error on her bed, his blazer and shoes forgotten in a pile near the door, his tie neatly placed on top. She almost laughed at how he was sprawled out on her bed, hugging a pillow to his torso, his legs tucked to his stomach.

She walked to the side of the bed he was on and leaned down slowly, placing her hand on his shoulder gently. She shook him once. "Error...?"

He let out a sleepy groan, his brow furrowing as he shoved his face further into the pillow.

She shook him again.

This time, his eyes opened and he sat up rather reluctantly. "Why'd you wake me up...?"

Dream's mouth became a thin line; only slightly annoyed. "It's late. I thought you would want to know when I was done so you could go home..." she informed him softly.

He let out a "hm" and nodded. "Just get in the bed."

"Excuse me?"

"If you're going to sleep just get in the bed."

"But-"

"Is sleeping with me really that bad? Would you rather have Mr. Wooden Floor as your bedmate?"

Dream almost laughed. Error seemed so offended she was questioning the situation.

Without a word, she walked back to the other side and slipped in, pulling the blanket around herself. She didn't feel him move; not scoot away or get closer. But...that was ok. He need space, as did she.

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Hope this was ok. Shorter than usual cause I had a little less to cover than some of the others.

But uh...

...Guess who has an announcement? (in next part)