Morpheus turned his head slightly, setting his drink down the bar and nodding at the tender for another one before Dysnomia even said a word. Her arms slid around him like he was hers, and for the first time in a long time, a very long time, Morpheus had a little bit of a problem with that. Nothing in his face or his body gave that away, at all.
Her cheek slid against his and Morpheus smiled slightly, despite himself. "Okay. Have a seat."
Dream licked at his lower lip, a trace amount of liquor pulled into his mouth. "You wanna tell me what happened, and why you were dead? You've got my attention."
In the past, Morpheus would have said she had his undivided attention. But that was not the case now. Part of him was still with Makaria. Part of him was not there. And that was in addition to the dreams he was weaving as he sat there. Innumerable.
He pulled the stool next to him away from the bar and patted it.