Morpheus raised both eyebrows and scratched the top of his head--very mortal of him, and he knew it-- and edged through the door. That phrase popped into his head, as it did whenever anyone said 'come in' to him. What dreams may come.
Nanshe stood there, awkwardly, like she might fall over. He could tell, even if he hadn't been looking for her in ways that didn't involve eyes, that getting her legs to work just then had been a bit of an undertaking.
It didn't take a god to know what she'd been thinking, either. Nanshe looked heartbroken.
Morpheus shut the door behind him and leaned on it, clicking the lock closed.
"You know," he said, eyebrow raising, "I have a place less than five miles away?" Dream smiled slightly. "If you wanted to hide, you should have come here less hurt."