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Hob took his time getting dressed, taking a long hot shower and trimming his beard. By the time he was pulling his t-shirt on, Dream seemed to have fallen asleep again, and Hob was struck by the urge to climb in beside him.
Hob startled awake a few hours later, to the sound of gasping breaths. Dream was sitting up, curled up against the headboard. He had his face hidden in his knees as he desperately tried to be quiet, reluctant to disturb Hob.
He was going to slip out of the room soon. “Dream, you’re okay. It’s June 1st, 2019, you’re safe, you’re with Hob Gadling. Can you repeat that for me?”
Dream shook his head once, jerky and anxious, and his trembling became worse.
Hob blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes, and pulled himself closer. He wrapped his calloused hand around Dream’s dainty ankle, but Dream flinched at the initial contact. Hob winced internally, but chose not to pull it away. Somehow, he had the sense that supporting Dream’s bad ankle would help ground him.
“You’re alright, Dream. Breathe with me?” He counted out loud — four to inhale, seven to hold, and eight to exhale. He tapped out the beats with his thumb, and slowly but surely, Dream’s breathing calmed.
“Calm down, Dream. It’s okay. Slowly, yes… good job. You’re doing well. You’re doing so well.”
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Arrogant, prideful, and positively stinking of old money and connections, Dream of the Endless perfectly embodied the type of dancer Hob hated with all his heart.
The worst part?
He was good enough to justify the arrogance.
Trained since the minute he could stand, Dream was graceful, strong, and had developed a style that was so uniquely his that even one performing the exact same choreography couldn’t hope to even compare.
He had already been at the studio for hours before Hob signed in, soft music playing as he worked at the barre. Hob had tried to go say hi, but a loose floorboard had him stumbling and bumping into Dream.
“Kindly attempt to manage your own body.” Dream snapped as he picked himself up, before Hob gathered his wits enough to apologise, let alone offer a hand.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to introduce myself.” Hob smiled sheepishly. “Since we’re going to be working together and all.”
“Perhaps reconsider your method of introduction, going forward.” Dream moved away from Hob, crossing his arms. He clutched the shoulder Hob had bumped, but Hob knew he hadn’t pushed so hard that he was injured.
Unless he already had a preexisting injury. In that case… Shit.
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