George was such an idiot. His heart twisted at the fight him and Clay just had. He couldn’t even understand why they had fought. One moment they're playing minecraft the next the two of them are yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. Sapnap and Bad coming out of the room to come check on them. Before anyone could say anything George ran out the apartment building going down the stairs instead of the elevator.

He had left in a short sleeve shirt some gym shorts and he was bare-foot but he couldn’t care less.

As he actually got outside he started to regret leaving the way he did as the floor was starting to become covered in snow. He wrapped his arm around himself and kept walking. He would probably get hypothermia like this but he couldn’t care less. He made his way to a nearby park walking as fast as he could without having to worry about people to avoid since no one was crazy enough to leave in this weather. Well except George. He had to be fucking crazy to leave with nothing to shield him from the cold. He was crazy, that was it. Because now he was becoming a popsicle and he couldn’t even remember why him and Clay had even fucking fought in the first place. Was he just being stupid? Did Clay hate him?

At that thought his heart twisted and suddenly there were tears welling behind his eyes and he shut them as he finally got to the park and found the grassiest part of the park and plopped himself there.

He brought his legs to his chest as he wrapped his arms around them trying to conserve whatever heat his body tried to produce.

He shoved his face into his body screwing his eyes shut trying not to cry as he felt a lump starting to form in his throat.

When he finally heard his name being called he shut his eyes tighter trying to block out his friends as best as he could. “Over there!” He could hear Sapnap yell. He heard the three of them run over to him and it came to a stop right next to him. A jacket was wrapped around him and he finally looked up only to meet Clays eyes.

He uncurled himself from the small ball he was and looked at Clay. Why didn’t he hate him? But Clay wrapped his jacket around his body tighter and smiled at him wrapping him into a hug which George couldn’t decline.

He was pretty sure that all three of them were asking him questions but he couldn’t hear them. Blood was roaring in his ears and he just shut his eyes tighter as he hugged Clay and suddenly two additional bodies were added to the hug and the dams broke. George started to cry, trying his hardest to suppress it but the tears just kept on flowing out. Sobs racked his body as they started to separate themselves from each other and he finally heard them. “Let's go home George.” His eyes were locked on with Clay as he said that. He sniffed and nodded his head. They all stood up and George could feel the snow engulf his feet and he whined at that.

Clay looked at him and George looked back up at him. “You should carry him Dream!” Bad decided to say. Sapnap smiled and nodded. “Yeah, you should Dream.” Sapnap agreed. Clay rolled his eyes at the two and George got flustered very quickly. “W-what? No, nononono. Clay you don’t have to do that.” Clay raised an eyebrow at him and George realized he called him Clay.

The older boy's face turned so red as Sapnap and Bad turned into a laughing fit. Clay smiled and chuckled before picking George up bridal style. George didn’t know if he could get any redder but he sure as hell felt the heat rise to his face and neck. He put his hands into his face as all his friends decided to laugh at the embarrassment that he displayed.

“I’m not too heavy am I?” He asked in only a voice small enough for Clay to hear. Clay smiled at him and shook his head at him.

“You’ll never be too heavy George.” Matching the same hush tone as he did.

George gave in and leaned into the younger boy's shoulder. Smiling as he looked up at Clay’s face before shutting his eyes.

The last thought on his mind before dozing off.

Everything's going to be ok.