Dreams calloused fingertips trace the shingles, picking up loose dirt in the process. He slides his fingers together in a rapid motion, the loose dust floating down due to the action. Dream’s eyes refocus on the city lights in the distance, and he leans back on his hands with a sigh.

He lolls his head to the side, resting it lazily on his shoulder as he turned his attention to George.

“We’ve been coming up here a lot more often recently, what’s been keeping you up?”

Dream asks quietly, his emerald eyes searching George’s features.