Hypnos had this amusement every time he heard you rant about things you where ever so passionate about.

Tonight was like every other night, you went to bed and your father, Hypnos, visited you in your dreams again, ready to hear you rant. But this time, you didn't, you stayed quiet, odd..

"Did something happened?" Hypnos asked, concerned, handing you over sweetened tea, ready to be a good father, like a mortal one, the type of father Hypnos aimed to be.