you were waiting for your lover Morpheus in his quarters, you knew he and his sister Delirium were looking for their brother Destruction, you had missed Dream very much so when he returned you were overjoyed. But he seemed distressed. He had blood on his hands which scared you slightly, you were worried for him. He removed his coat and dropped it, leaving him in his singlet. He scrubbed his hands in a sink of water, each passing second making him more distressed. He pulled out his mostly cleaned hands, and he broke. He weeped softly, and from this reaction, you had a feeling his son was dead, perhaps finally killed like his father asked, by his father. Orpheus wasn’t your child, but seeing your lover so hurt tore you up inside. You picked up his jacket and folded it onto the bed before looking back at Morpheus, who was crying.