(ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS)

Dream worked at the art gallery's café. Magnificent works of art hung on the walls of the building, all form artists trying to make a name for themselves. While manner deserved the price put on them, other art pieces were a lot more... questionable. Cross couldn't see what made three red lines on a canvas so expensive. Was the paint made for royalty? Did it cost millions of dollars to make? From the looks of it, it took only five seconds or less to complete the painting and yet it was the most expensive piece in the gallery.

Cross met Ink at the giftshop, located directly in front of the entrance. It was obnoxious towards the eyes with all the colours and patterns and things that would get kids begging their parents to buy for them.

"Oh, thank the creators you're here," Ink put an arm around Cross as he walked past. "You know, it's real difficult to keep a café running when the main employee keeps falling apart over the smallest things."

"And who's fault is that," muttered Cross.

"Dream's in the break room as always. Try not to be too loud."

"What the hell do you think I do to calm him down?"

"Something I don't want to be a part of. Now go!" Ink shoved Cross into the staffroom, closing the door behind him. Cross paused to just himself off, mumbling grouchy words about Ink.

Dream sat curled up in the far corner of the room. He hugged his legs, hiding his face in his knees. He breathed heavily, taking quick, panicked breaths. His body trembled. Cross crouched down in front of Dream and placed a careful hand on his shoulder.

"Dream," he whispered softly. "What happened?"

Dream's only reply was a sob. Very slowly, Cross took the shaking skeleton into his arms. He whispered reassuring words to his lover, planting the occasional kiss on his foreskull. Dream's hiccups and sobs gradually calmed, until he became quiet.

The smaller skeleton lifted his head, rubbing the tears from his eyes. He leaned his head against the taller skeleton's chest.

"Are you alright?" Cross asked.

Dream nodded slightly, before wrapping an arm around Cross and nuzzling into his chest.

There was a knock on the door, followed by an utterly annoying voice. "You two done yet? People are still expecting their drinks."

"Asshole," Cross hissed.

"I should go..." Dream mumbled.

"No, no you shouldn't. We're going home."

"But-"

"The jackass can man the café himself. You need to rest."

"I heard that!" Ink shouted.

Cross placed his hand over Dream's. "Come on."

Dream nodded.

"Where are you going?" Ink chased after Dream and Cross as they reached the exit.

"Home," Cross said firmly.

"Dream's shift isn't over yet!"

"Well that's just too bad, isn't it?" Cross glared at Ink. "Go fuck yourself, you soulless freak."

Dream and Cross continued leaving. As they did, Ink yelled; "You know I'd be firing you if the other employees didn't threaten to quit!"

Dream took in a sharp breath. Cross urged him along, through the exit, leaving Ink behind.