Joe ran a hand through his hair. It was getting more and more unruly with every passing day, but he could never seem to find the time to sit down and cut it. Plus, well. Despite the looks his mother gave him, he had a certain fondness for it and the awe it inspired in the younger students.
"Something like that," Joe said with a crooked smile. Instead of settling down once he's gotten to the castle, his dreams had amped themselves up. He couldn't go a night without at least two or three tumbling through his brain, but they remained frustratingly difficult to interpret and he wasn't entirely sure if they were Dreams of just dreams.
Shaking his head, Joe took a good look at Spencer and frowned. The man had seemed tired earlier in the week, but he looked about ready to fall over. "Hey, um. Are you okay?"