"Well enough. A lot going on," and she'd been dreaming, too, as he'd recently discovered. His family didn't say much on their dreams--well, Troy had become open about them. Guilty that he didn't do the same, John glanced down and made a mental note to stop running away so much from that oncoming storm in his dreams. "Clara's tough, I'd say she's looking after me more than herself. You've all got a bad habit of that, you know."
He cracked another grin, remembering her intoxicated texts first. "Ah, right! I did find Waldo, by the way. Good hiding spot! Went through some trouble to accomplish that one, didn't you?"