(send me a word on retro and, if it's in the sd12 draft, i'll post the passage it's in)

Lost to his admirations and an overly petulant heart, he fails to register that Dream is watching him, too: more intently than he expected. “Are you feeling okay today, George?” He asks in a voice that is far warmer than he deserves. “I know there wasn’t…that I didn’t really do much last night, but you just seemed to exhausted, and I just—”

“You’re starting to ramble,” George gently cuts him off, knowing that this sentence will continue to run along unabated unless he steps in before it truly gets going. “Like you said: I was tired. I don’t think I stayed awake for more than a few minutes afterwards.”

It’s hard to take him seriously when he looks a bit like a wet dog, but there’s a funny expression twisting his features just enough for it to be noticeable. “You didn’t answer my question, George,” It isn’t angry or even annoyed, but there is the thinnest ribbon of a lethal current of disappointment underlying it. “Come on, we talked about this.”