“Sorry I haven’t been visiting you much,” George confesses quietly, watching the water swirl around his legs. “Finals week has been giving me a run for my money.”“It’s okay,” Dream’s red-and-write striped fins wave around his knees. “I’ve been busy too. It’s hard to find a place to settle so close to land.” A murky swirl of guilt forms in George’s gut. “I’m-” (sorry), he doesn’t say. They both know it’s futile. “It’s okay,” Dream says nonetheless. “It’s not like this is going to last, anyways.










