Susan looked up from her book and saw Dean standing there yawning. "Hey Handsome," she said with a bright smile. "You look utterly exhausted. Up all night painting or talking to Ophelia," he hedged with a wink. "Sit down," she added, making room for him and opening her arms.
"Jokes aside, why are you so tired?" She peered at him closely, wondering if he'd had another nightmare. He looked like someone in need of a Draught of the Living Dead potion.