The days following everyone's arrival were spent generously, with the group spending almost every hour of every day in the presence of their friends. Everyone suspected the group had all met up based on the hinting comments they'd leave on each other's posts, but they wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of obvious confirmation.

Their days were also filmed, with each person having a handful of clips behind or in front of the camera. Karl would post a finished vlog after the events of TwitchCon.

And despite being very reluctant, Aspyn was parting from her friends for a few hours to see her brother. He had arrived to San Diego with Sykkuno yesterday night, and she promised they would spend some time together before the convention.

Aspyn currently had the camera in hand, with the lens aimed at Karl, who was painting Tubbo's nails. Sapnap would be next, after losing a bet with Dream. Apparently betting on whether Aspyn or George would wake up first wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.

While Karl was brushing on the clear top-coat, Aspyn's door swung open and a tired George grudgingly walked down the stairs. The camera caught him in the background and Aspyn chuckled, zooming into his figure as he approached. "Hi, sleepyhead." It was almost noon, George was the last to wake. Niki, Wilbur, Alex, and Tommy, went out, which left Dream, Tubbo, Sapnap, Aspyn, George, and Karl at the house.

"No filming yet," he groaned, slipping behind the girl and tickling her. Aspyn gasped, squealing as she moved away from him.

"George! I almost dropped the camera!" She scolded him, but a smile grew from behind the camera.

"Good."

"Um—not good, actually." Karl huffed, glancing up from Tubbo's hands. They were painted yellow. "It's mine, so."

Aspyn turned off the camera and placed it on the counter. "You're visiting your brother today, right?" Karl continued to talk, directing the question to the girl— who was now leaning on George's shoulder.

"Mhm,"

"Do you want me to come with you?" George whispered under his breath. Aspyn felt heat spread across the apples of her cheeks, and George smirked when he noticed. He opened his mouth to tease her, but Aspyn cut him off, not wanting to start the day with being teased.

"Only if you want to," she shrugged. "I don't want to force you or anything." George shook her head at the kind girl who didn't want to ask anyone for anything.

An hour and a half later, George and Aspyn found themselves knocking at the door of her brother's hotel room. He opened the door with a bright grin, a grin that stretched into a mischievous smirk when he noticed the figure slightly behind Aspyn.

"George, my man! Nice to finally meet you!" His tone held one of pure amusement, blatantly ignoring his younger sister as the duo walked into the room. Sykkuno, who was sat on the couch closest to the window eating a pack of watermelon gummies, looked up at the commotion and waved.

"Oh! Hi, Angel!" He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Hi, Sykkuno!" She beamed in return before glancing at her brother. "At least someone acknowledges my presence." She huffed in false-annoyance. She was overly relieved at not only the nonchalant behaviour Karsyn had towards George, but at his attempt in making him feel welcomed.

Instead of sitting down at the couch like Aspyn had, George remained standing. He ignored the looks of confusion thrown his way and turned to Karsyn. "Actually, I was wondering if I could talk to Karsyn for a bit." His voice wavered in the slightest, telling Aspyn that he was nervous. Each of the siblings raised a brow and Karsyn rose from the arm chair he was leaning on.

"Sure," he opened the door to his temporary bedroom, gesturing for him to go inside for some privacy. He did, and Karsyn followed closely behind, leaving a very confused Aspyn with a borderline-awkward Sykkuno.

"What's up?" Karsyn asked, his eyes laced with concern. He was worried it had to do something bad with Aspyn.

But he was proven wrong as George spoke. "Well— I, I just wanted to go through my gift for Aspyn's birthday with you, to umm, to make sure it's okay and all that." He stuttered a bit with his delivery, feeling intimidated. This was her older brother, anyway. He knew older brothers tended to be protective— hell, he was one himself. But as he began explaining his plan, he got more comfortable. When it was about Aspyn, George could talk for days on end. And Karsyn could see that.

When George finished, Karsyn took a moment of silence, observing George's features carefully. At the sincerity in his eyes, he sighed. "You really like my sister, huh?" He chuckled lightly. George blushed furiously, and couldn't bring himself to respond. Seeing this, Karsyn continued. "I'll be honest, in terms of relationships and stuff, we don't really talk much — and I'm sure you know why, given how close the two of you are. What you have planned is great, and the fact that you came to me about it in the first place means a lot to me. Take care of her, will ya?" He patted his shoulder with a half-smile.

George stood in shock, scrambling for a suitable reply. "I—of.. of course."

"I won't bother with the whole 'you hurt her, I hurt you,' shit, that's more of Rhea's job. But I'm glad we had this talk. I don't really want to know any details about my younger sister's relationship, but I trust you."

A huge weight fell off George's shoulders. "Thank you, that means a lot." He told him honestly.

Karsyn shrugged, "eh, all I did was listen. Anyone could tell how much you care about her just by listening to you ramble for even a second."

George wanted the floor to swallow him up, and his cheeks and flushed again in embarrassment.

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everything's minecraft with you, huh? 🙄

— hey don't come at my bro like that, respect the hustle 🥱

— the better sibling speaks fax

— what the HECK

mcyttiktok is going to cry about how george is spending more time with angel than dream

— shhh don't let them see this 😭😭

wait were you guys painting together????

— yes! :]

— cuteee aww! what did george's painting look like

— it looks like literal shit

— HEY! @heyangel look at what he said about my masterpiece :///

— george tried his best, and i for one think his effort on its own was adorable

— 🥰

— bro she's literally telling you that it looks bad but you tried BUDNSJSNS

no no, you don't understand. when i say i want what they have, i mean i WANT what they have 😭

once again, i have no idea who i'm more jealous of 😭

— NO BC IMAGINE PAINTING WITH EITHER OF THEM. IT WOULD BE SO FUN. GEORGE WOULD BE LIKE CLUELESS BUT ANGEL WOULD BE LIKE SO ENCOURAGIGN 😭