Morpheus could not watch this without a degree of empathic hurt registering on his face.
I didn't.
"Of course not," he teased, over her laughter. The laughter felt... wrong... and he wanted it to stop.
The second she started apologizing for things, the second she started for the kitchen and transformed where she sat into something he would find more comfortable, Morpheus tsked loudly and moved into the room until he was in front of Nanshe, blocking her.
"Stop it."
He tilted his head down, eyes very clear and very wide and very honest. "Stop it right now. Do you think, for even a second, that all of this pretending means anything to me when I can see right through it?"
Dream cursed himself silently, then. Tact.
"Fuck the wine."
A hand went on either of Nanshe's shoulders, mostly to steady her because he wasn't sure that this standing up thing was working out for her.
"What happened?" I can find it, without you telling me... His eyes searched hers. But I think that'd be rude.