Joe winced in sympathy. Dreams and dreams going bad was something he could very deeply sympathize with. Any illness he got tended to come with the added symptom of severely messed up nightmares that left him drenched in sweat and shaking. Made getting colds a bitch and a half.
"I'm doing okay," Joe said with a slouched half-shrug. "This whole teaching bit's harder than I was expecting, but I probably should have expected that. Kids and all that. The castle's a little confusing, too, but so was my school. I'll get it with time."
Hesitantly, Joe picked at a loose thread on the sleeve of his robes. Dreams were his thing, but he didn't want to invade. Still, he hated seeing anyone, much less a nice guy like Spencer, suffering with such dark circles under his eyes.
"So, hey," Joe said, "I know we don't know each other that well, but dreams are kind of my thing, if you, like, wanted some help?"