inspired by the song play this while i'm gone by machine gun kelly 

The laugh track played throughout the room. Fundy tipped his head back to the edge of the couch, slumped and uncaring of his posture. He dangled a wine glass in his fingers, sloshing and not thinking if the dark liquid spilled and stained. In the corner of his vision, light spilled into the room. The newcomer having come up behind him, setting his hand on his shoulder. He didn't need to look up at the contact, he was all too familiar with that touch.

"You're back," he said, "again." He felt the cushions beside him sink down and a new weight on his shoulder, the glass being carefully taken out of his hand.

"That's enough, darling," his husband's voice broke through his thoughts. What a gift to hear it again. Fundy let the breath cool the wetness on his cheeks. He could barely keep his eyes open. "You can cry, baby, it's alright..."

Fundy reached for the remote next to him, the feeling of fingers through his hair slowly drifted in and out. He cried to himself, fighting the ghost of the feeling he craved and missed. "Dream, you need to leave," he choked. He looked over and no one was next to him. Just the weight of the world drowning him.

The part of him that was still in love with Dream missed the hell out of his blond god. But it wasn't alright that he hated someone who debatably deserved what he got.

A hand grasped his and he let out a gasp and dropped the remote. All lights within the room shut off and he was met with darkness. "Dream?" He called. It was the silence he hated. He wanted to hear that wheeze and the rambles the masked man would go on when he was excited. He wanted to hear him... and like a miracle.

"I love you, Fundy." The weight in his hand was real. He could feel the warmth of his husband's hands beneath those leather gloves. "And I just need you to know that everything good about me was you..."

Fundy turned as the voice shifted somewhere else. "Dream–"

It came like a whisper and a chill. "I think it's time for me to leave, but I'll never leave you," Dream said. He wrapped his arms around Fundy in a half goodbye. "I apologize for every night I never came home to you."

"Dream," Fundy whispered. He hurt that he could feel him but he wished he could see him one last time.

"Goodbye, thanks for being the one to bring up my smile."

The laugh track died out through the room. Fundy lifted his head up from the edge of the couch, straightening his back and staring at the dark liquid of his wine spilled and stained.