Crickets chirp out into the open air and it is the first thing Dream senses when he comes to. He groans softly, waking from his slumber. “Wilbur?” He slurs, the other man's name muffled as he sits up. He sniffles, breathing in harshly as he rubs his eyes.
“Wilbur?” He repeats again, clearer this time though still drowsy. Wilbur is sitting near the campfire, out of his sleeping bag. His figure is illuminated by the orange glow of the flames. It sparks and crackles, as alive as when they made it the afternoon before. Dream stares a little longer. “Wil?” He gets up, pulling himself out of his sleeping bag and resists the urge to slip back in to avoid the cold nip of the air.
“Are you okay?” Dream sits next to Wilbur onto the cool sand, feeling the grains stick to his clothes and fingers.
Nothing.
Dream frowns deeply and places a hand onto Wilbur's shoulder. He waits for one heart beat, and then two.
“Do you regret it?” Wilbur finally speaks. His voice is barely louder than the sparks of amber in front of them or the noise of their horses’ hooves when they shuffle to get more comfortable during the nights. Dream makes a face at that– a sort of grimace, but not just quite.
“Regret what?” Dream prompts, pulling his hand away only to lean his body weight onto Wilbur. The other man lets him and takes a deep breath. Letting the desert air soak into his lungs.
“I mean– this, all of this,” he says vaguely. It doesn't really help Dream understand anymore than he already knows. Wilbur catches onto this but doesn't take the time to elaborate further. He's lucky that Dream is one patient man otherwise he would've left a hell of a long time ago.
“Running away?” The blonde takes a random guess in the dark. It's the only thing he can think of. Apparently he seems to manage to shoot the target right in the bullseye because Wilbur nods.
Ah. So this is what this is about. Dream has to ponder for a second, because he hasn't thought much about it, not really. But ends up shrugging. “I dunno, maybe. But I prefer living this life than the one I had before, don't you?” Wilbur shrugs back in response and keeps staring at the fire. Dream stares at it too. The silence is long and drawn out as he waits for the brunette to say something, anything. It has to be about five minutes before he continues.
“I guess,” Wilbur starts, but trails off quickly. Dream nudges him to keep him from going off track. “I miss my family,” he sighs and this time Dream lets out a verbal ‘ah’.
“They were awful to me, I don't know why I miss them all that much, I reckon they're better off without another mouth to feed.”
Dream doesn't know the proper way to comfort Wilbur. He was a man who was all actions, no words. So instead he slips his warm hand into Wilbur's cold one, giving it a firm squeeze.
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Dorm Days Ch 1 Bonus Pages
i got overzealous and made 2 extra pages that didn't fit into the original post. something a little bit lighter than the original comic but still relevant
i love when people make bonus pages that are extensions of the story but not necessarily required reading, it gives more depth to characters. will these be frequent? idk, depends on if i can make gags that'll fit in less than 3 pages lol
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Listen the serotonin from going to a normal human place and doing a normal human activity there? Unmatched. I love walking around a park drinking coffee, or when it's raining and I get to use an umbrella, or being at The Mall, or perhaps on a train. I get to sit there and be like man I'm being so normal rn!! Just average as heck!! This is what people do!! People must think I'm being so normal rn!! It's so good! Trust me, the sitting in a café serotonin just hits different, okay!! You guys don't know the types of mental peace you can get from hanging out in the library and reading a book just like the normal people do!!
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