All in all, it was a disastrous night. Bad had given Techno a ride home, with Dream staying over for the night. Dream had locked himself in Sapnap's room with his permission, the thoughts racing through his head faster than ever before. Nothing felt okay and he wondered if anything would feel okay ever again. With Technoblade thinking he had cheated on him for George, the world was in shambles. Not only was that something he would never do, but it was also something that even Dream frowned upon.

All of this over a single kiss was all Dream could think as he lay on Sapnap's floor that night, staring holes into the ceiling. The floor was hard and felt foreign under Dream's body. It reminded him of the nights he spent outside before he had bought his car. Everything felt wrong. He knew that Technoblade would want nothing to do with him come morning and he couldn't blame him. If he had seen that scene between Techno and George without knowing the full story, he would feel the same way.

Bad had already offered to talk to Techno tomorrow, once people had had time to simmer down their emotions. Dream had accepted, hoping that friends would make this a bit better. However, as dawn approached the following day, drops of dew on the grass, his anxiety got worse and worse. Technoblade was more than just a boyfriend to him. He was his home. Without him, the world would fall apart again for Dream and the man wasn't sure he could do it. As he made his way down to his car, he was interrupted by George, the last person on earth he wanted to see right now.

"Dream, about last night I-"

"I would just walk away George. I don't want to hear it right now," Dream muttered, turning away as he shoved his phone in his jean pocket.

"Please Dream, just hear me out. I just wanted-" George's voice was similar to begging.

"I said walk away!" Dream snapped. "You might have ruined my entire life yesterday! My relationship, my home, my best friend. It might all be gone because you were drunk and jealous and petty. I want nothing to do with you right now and I'm not sure I ever will again."

George didn't respond, a choice that was most likely for the best. Dream stormed out of the kitchen, footsteps falling scattered in amongst the crunch of broken solo cups. The blonde slammed the front door behind him, a deep, shuddering breath being released once he knew George could no longer see him. The feeling of guilt and hurt laid heavily on Dream and while he knew the majority of the fault lay on George, he couldn't help, but wonder, if he could have changed last night somehow. The small walk to the car seemed to be a mile long and the ten-minute car ride had become forty-five.

Arriving home, if he was still allowed to call it that, he gripped the car's steering wheel tightly. Everything looked normal. No boarded-up windows or belongings on the front porch. Everything was as blissful as the day he had first arrived at Techno's place. Inside, however, he feared what he might find. Turning off the car, Dream knew he had no choice, but to go and confront his fears.

The door unlocked easily and taking a glance around whilst taking off his shoes, he noticed that everything was spot perfect. It was so oddly clean and perfect that he wondered if he had entered the right house. Cringing as he walked down the hall and stepped on a squeaky board, he noticed Technoblade's door to be cracked open just the smallest bit. He hesitated, but gave a small knock, pushing the door further open in the process.

Technoblade laid in bed, earbuds in and blasting, with his eyes closed. Further, inspection revealed tear tracks, and Dream debated about just sneaking out and going to pack his things. Everything he had worked for was truly ruined now. However, he couldn't just give up and Dream wanted nothing more than to try. So he sat down on the unoccupied side of the bed, allowing Techno to notice him in his own time.

"You're back."

The words were hollow and bitter and sounded nearly robotic as if Technoblade had been rehearsing and rewriting this conversation over and over again in his head. Dream didn't doubt it; the pinkette hadn't decided to major in English for no reason. He was excellent with words and he tried his best to learn how to use them to display the emotion his voice couldn't always do.

"I am. I can leave if you need me to."

"You kissed George."

"He kissed me Techno. I tried to push him away."

An awkward silence fell over the room, the emotions towards one another clear as day. Techno felt betrayed and Dream was scared. There was nothing more to it and neither could explain their positions further.

"Techno, I'm sorry. I promise, what happened last night, it wasn't on purpose. I never wanted it. I tried to tell him no, I really did. Everything just went so wrong, so fast. You have to believe me. He approached me, asking if I thought you loved me. I said yes. He tried to convince me to be with him, but then forced himself upon me when he heard you coming down the hallway," he whispered an explanation.

"Your story matches with Bad's almost word for word. But I know what I saw. Nothing you or anyone else says or does can change that. I need to know…" he looked over at Dream, locking eyes with him for the first time that day. "Do you love me? Truly?"

"I do. I have for so long," Dream whispered, eyes burning from the tears that wanted to fall. "I always with love you Technoblade."

Techno didn't answer right away, instead of closing his eyes and taking yet another, deep shuddering breath. "Then please leave me alone for now Dream. I need some time. Everything has just been a lot recently and I don't know how to process or go on yet."

Dream gave a small nod. "Of course," he whispered, standing to leave. "I'll go."

With that, Dream left. He closed the door quietly behind him, packing up a bag of clothes, blankets, and a few other essentials, hands shaking. Everything hurt and as he threw the bag into his car and left, his mind became flooded with worry. What if he was truly alone again? This time he wouldn't even have Techno as a friend. A few tears escaped, causing the cold air to bite his skin even harder.

Dream was once again homeless.

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After Dream had left, Technoblade knew he had messed up. The blonde's story matched Bad's perfectly, giving him no reason to not believe what Dream said besides the fact that he was angry and hurt. He was hurt because Dream had kissed someone else. He had cheated in Technoblade's eyes and there was very little, but time that could fix the trust that had been lost. But he was also angry. The anger simmered beneath the surface in a way he didn't think was possible.

It boiled, scorching his skin and blurring his vision. It made him want to punch and scream and throw things at the nearest wall. It made Techno want to put an ax through someone's teeth. That someone was George, however, that anger scared him. Never before had he felt like this. He knew that this wasn't Dream's fault, in fact, he had known about George's crush on his boyfriend for much longer than he knew about Dream's crush on him. He could have prevented this all from happening by simply staying by Dream's side.

Techno became quickly lost in thought, removing himself from the world around him mentally for several hours. About two and a half hours passed and he realized that he had fallen asleep. He forced himself to sit up, struggling to grab his crutches which sat only a few feet away. Once he had them, he hoisted himself onto his feet and hobbled over the window, and pushing the curtains back. The light snowfall covering the old tracks of Dream's footsteps and car tracks were telling enough. Dream had left him. Allowing the curtains to fall closed, he hobbled back to bed and nearly crumpled onto it. A sob hit his ears and his chest constricted as he knew that Dream might truly be gone.

Hands shaking, Techno turned on his phone, barely able to tap the screen. He managed to though, pressing the call button and holding the phone to his ear. The room seemed to be spinning and as the phone rang, Technoblade felt as if he was going to be sick. Everything was going wrong and the phone simply kept ringing until he heard the familiar voice of his uncle.

"Hello, Technoblade. Is everything alright?"

"Uncle Nix. I need your help. Some things happened between me and Dream and I need you to find him for me. I don't have a car and my leg is still broken. I know this is outside your normal parameters of care," he muttered, stomach tightening as he spoke.

"Ah, no worries. I shall find him for you. Do you know what happened? The young blonde did not strike me as the type to have just up and left. You both seemed to care a lot," Uncle Nix said.

Technoblade felt his stomach now turn into a pit of shame. "I accused him of cheating because last night, one of his friends kissed Dream after he told them no. I told him to leave because Dream respects my boundaries like always he did. I just fucked up."

"I understand. No worries, I will do my best to find him. If you need anything else, let me know."

Uncle Nix hung up Technoblade had to stop himself from throwing the phone across the room. Surely everything would be fine. Dream would come back or his uncle would find him. Techno would apologize, they would kiss, and then everything would be fine. Nothing could ruin the friendship they had built with each other.

But the seed of doubt was there and it had been watered. With every minute he passed with no text or call or knock from anyway, the seed grew bigger and stronger until the only thing left on Technoblade's mind at the end of the night was if he would ever see the one he loved again.

Hi everyone. I am so sorry for missing the update Sunday. School and work have been kicking my butt and this is my eighth shift in a row without a break. It's an eleven-hour shift at that too. So needless to say, I'm exhausted. I feel incredibly bad for missing the update and I hope you all forgive me. There may not be another update this Sunday as I have two more full shifts tomorrow and Sunday, but I will try my best. Thank you for understanding and I do hope you enjoy!

Best Regards,

PFT3000