George stirred drowsily, blinking his eyes open to an empty bed. To his left, the covers and the mattress were still warm, indicating that Dream had got up only minutes before him.

George sat up, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes as he stretched and yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open.

When did I sleep again?

Oh right, like six AM.

What time is it?

George looked out the window whose curtains were drawn back, directly across the room. The sun was already quite high in the sky. He glanced over at his phone.

Jeez, it's already 1 PM.

Whoops.

George swung his legs out of bed, standing up and letting the thick blanket fall away from his body. He looked back at the bed, and decided to make it later as he stumbled to his closet and threw on a casual, oversized T-shirt and pair of cargo pants.

What!? They were comfortable!

George stood up straighter, and walked to the bathroom, breaking into a yawn as he went. When he reached the bathroom, he stared into the mirror for a moment.

He looked like the devil. His hair stuck up in all sorts of angles, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His skin seemed parched and dry, almost as if it had been stretched out and laid under the sun for hours. It wasn't exactly a sunburn; more like the feeling of dried and brittle tree bark.

George lifted a hand up to his cheek, feeling his dry skin. It was rough to the touch, and his lips were chapped. The T-shirt he was wearing dipped to the collarbone, and he could see how skinny and unhealthy he looked, with the bones in his cheeks poking out underneath his skin, the hollows and dips that seemed too prominent. His hair seemed dead and brittle, not as flowy and full as before.

"Ugly." George whispered to himself, feeling the tears rise up to his face. "So ugly."

Someone tapped on the door, then pushed it open. George whipped around, eyes wide.

It was Dream, who had a mild, almost unreadable expression on his face. He stepped forwards, backing George against the sink and taking his wrists, holding them firmly but gently.

"You're not ugly." Dream said quietly.

George couldn't meet Dream's gaze, so instead, the laces of Dream's hoodie suddenly became very interested. The blonde boy let go of one of George's wrists to lift George's chin, forcing him to meet Dream's gaze.

"You're not ugly." Dream repeated. "In fact, you're very beautiful." Dream spun George around so he was facing the mirror, and Dream placed his hands on George's shoulders.

George lowered his head, unwilling to look at his reflection again, but Dream cupped his chin, lifting it. George met Dream's gaze through the mirror.

"There's so many things about you that are beautiful. Sometimes, I marvel at the fact that you can't see any of them." Dream spoke, resting his chin on the top of George's head, not breaking eye contact with George in the mirror. "Do you want me to list them off?"

George was silent, and Dream obviously took the answer as a yes.

"Let's see. Your eyes. While you might see them as an ugly, murky brown, I see them as doe brown, soft, bright, innocent, and beautiful." He planted a gentle kiss on the top of George's forehead.

"Next thing. Your hair. While you might see it as messy, I see it as adorable." Dream smiled.

"Next. Your smile. While you might not be able to see it in the mirror right now, it really lights up my day and brightens the whole world when you grace us with its presence."

The cheesiness of Dream's words brought a slight smile to George's lips.

"There you go!" Dream smiled as well. "That's the smile I love."

"And for some things you can't see in the mirror." Dream continued, wrapping his arms around George's waist, pulling the dark haired boy flush against his body. "Your brilliant mind. Sometimes you think of ideas that are completely out of this world, and I always marvel at the clever thoughts that come from it. The fans have got it wrong." Dream chuckled. "You're the one with 10,000 IQ."

"Another one is that you're very humble. You take compliments well, and you deserve them, but you never take them and let them get to your head."

Tears rose to George's eyes at the softness and kindness of Dream's statements.

"Now, now, don't cry, George." Dream spun George around again so the pair was facing each other. He leaned in and gently kissed George, holding the older boy securely around the waist, trying to put in all of his passion and love for George into that one kiss.

It worked, seeing as when George broke away, he had a smile on his face.

"I love you." Dream reminded George gently.

"I love you too." George responded.

A/N: Kind of short update, but you guys all deserve an update because the support has been amazing! Thank you guys so much, and remember, y'all are beautiful :)