The evening turned out to be free. No work, no worries - just the two of you and the comfort of the room. You laid out some jars, tubes and face masks on the table. Dream at first looked at you with bewilderment as you took one of the wet fabric masks.

"And... what is this?" — he asked with a slight squint.

"This is for relaxation. Just trust, okay?" — you smiled and, not letting him even refuse, carefully applied the mask to his face, smoothing out the edges.

He did not move, only blinked slightly when the cool fabric touched his skin. At first, he looked as if he did not understand the point of this procedure at all. But after about five minutes, he was already sitting calmly, even closing his eyes, and muttered. — "Hmm... it really feels nice."

You laughed quietly and put on your mask.

After that, you settled down on the floor in front of the TV with joysticks. Games started one after another. No matter how hard you tried, Dream somehow miraculously won all the time - racing, fighting, and even some cute arcades.

"How do you do it?!" — you were indignant, laughter breaking out in every word.

He just shrugged modestly, holding back a satisfied smile.

And suddenly — in the next match, you won. With a crushing score.

You immediately looked up at him. — "Aha! Gotcha! You gave in!"

Dream shook his head completely calmly. — "No. You're just great. I'm glad you did it."

You rolled your eyes, perfectly understanding that he was playing along with you. But you still smiled, because his calmness and kindness were always stronger than any words.

Then you turned on the movie. You chose "The Avengers", and everything was fun until that very scene began — Clint and Natasha argue over who should sacrifice themselves for the soul stone. The atmosphere became tense, the music pressed on your heart.

You couldn't take it — tears rolled down your cheeks on their own. You sobbed, covered your mouth with your hand, and completely immersed yourself in emotions.

Dream sat next to you, just as straight and calm. His face remained stony, expressionless. He was used to controlling his emotions... but when he noticed your tears, his gaze changed. In a moment, his hand gently hugged your shoulders, his wing covering you from the other side.

You leaned closer, feeling his warmth and protection.

And so, through your tears, you asked him a question that seemed to cut the atmosphere in half.

"And if we were in such a situation... Would you sacrifice yourself for me? Or would you let me sacrifice myself for you?"

The words hung in the air. There was music in the film, but for you it became just a distant noise.

He froze. His eyes, usually soft, suddenly became puzzled, full of internal contradictions. For the first time that evening, real confusion appeared on his face - you had never seen such uncertainty.