Beau’s eyes rose to follow Llewellyn as he moved to pick up the coffee cup and bring it close. As he outlined the shape of the story, his mind brought back the memory of the dream (or was it a dream?) of the man soothing his nightmares and holding him in his bed. He extended his hand to take the saucer. “Which section is that story in?” He asked taking a sip. The hot coffee while in the bath made him almost a little lightheaded but he finished the cup, handing the saucer back and leaning heavily back against the edge of the tub.