It was an evolutionary benefit to love

It's just another day.

But at the same time, it isn't just another day.

It's June 15, and for as long as George can remember that day has been special to him. He hopes it will be forever, no matter what happens.

He's stretched out on the sofa right now, idly scrolling on twitter. There's a lot of fanart today of him and Dream and even though things between them aren't exactly the same as they were 10 years ago, George likes to think they've gotten better.

Like a fine wine, they've aged well.

"What're you smiling at?" Dream says, and George looks up just in time to see Dream sit on the edge of the sofa next to him. His smile softens at that, at the fact that even though there really isn't any room for him, they make room.

George looks at his phone, then back up at Dream. "Just scrolling twitter. It's actually... It's good today. Not as much drama as usual."

"Hmm, I wonder why," Dream winks and gives George a light nudge. "Can't have something to do with what day it is, does it?"

"Maybe," George giggles and nudges him back. "So are you going to do anything?"

"On twitter?" Dream shrugs. "Nah, I don't think so. But I would like to do something."

'Really?" George sets his phone down, curiosity piqued. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Dream wiggles a little until George is laying on his side to make more room. "I thought we could go out for lunch. Maybe swing by the PO Box to see if there's anything new and open packages together."

"With Sapnap?"

Dream shakes his head. "No, just us. It's the middle of June, after all. DNF day, as everyone on twitter is saying."

"So you did see it," George grins and gives Dream a playful little poke in the ticklish spot on the side of his stomach.

Dream giggles, then wraps one hand around George's to stop the all-out attack he knows his best friend is planning. "Yeah," he says. "I did. It's good. All of it. But anyway, how about lunch?"

George looks up at Dream, gaze flicking between green eyes before he sits up and tucks his legs beneath him. "Actually, can we order in and do something else?"

"Something else?" Dream raises one brow.

"Stop it," George replies, voice softer than he'd like it to be, although he can't bring himself to care. "Whatever thoughts are floating around in that big brain of yours aren't happening. At least not here. Not now."

Dream smiles. "And here I thought you were going to suggest reading Heatwaves."

"I mean, we can if you want," George rolls his eyes. "But I was thinking we could watch Better Call Saul."

"I'd like that," Dream says, and pulls his phone out of his pocket to order the food. "And George?"

"Yeah?"

Before George knows what's happening, Dream leans in to kiss his forehead before taking his hand to give it a light squeeze. "Happy middle of June."