#god he is so...

      sleep incarnate stifles a yawn, hand raised to cover his mouth. should he really? lidded expression stares a moment, as if he hasn't heard what they'd asked him. but...  he did.   " hmm... what for? " airy tone still light, though it's tinged with very obvious confusion. being angry was so exhausting. he's been upset about plenty of things, hurt, sad, disappointed--  but never furious. just thinking about all the effort and energy it takes to be like that;  like... oh...  ares or something... hypnos leans slightly to one side, the shape of his cloak cushioning him as an armrest might. scroll tucked neatly in one arm " i don't have a single thing to be angry like that over! maybe if you were more specific? "