Dream was trying to start a fire with the wood he has lying around in their hiding spot as he sat on a chair, meanwhile George sat on the floor.

The zombie cooed when the fire finally started, the gentle warmth of the crackling flames heating them both. Dream sighed as he laid back on his chair, his eyes wandering back to his lover.

His leg bounced up and down, his hands rubbing out of anxiety. He was just so stressed, his heart aching at the sight of his boyfriend.