I love disc duo post-prison hanging out because their two modes are
"What do you do when you want to go home," Tommy peeked out, looking at Dream over the ripped holes on his pant's knees, "But home doesn't exist anymore?"
Dream froze, the floss on his needle tangling as he pulled the next stich way too hard.
"I don't know."
And
"Why is Tommy with you?"
Wilbur pointed casually at the blond, like he couldn't give a care, like he didn't have to hide a clutched first behind his back.
Dream's eyes become comically wide, his expression looking more fit for an startled hare then a human, but he looks back at Tommy, then at Wilbur, then at Tommy again, then at Wilbur again, before pointing to the blond himself
"You can see him?"
"I- Yes?" The tension left Wilbur's body, flushed out by confusion, "was he supposed to be invis or something?"
But Dream isn't paying attention anymore, looking at Tommy with horror, a hand covering his mouth
"Were you real this whole time?"
