Sean was in the common kitchen preparing coffee. He looked like he'd gotten far less sleep than a person needed. Probably because he'd been steadily getting less sleep the last few weeks and by his count he'd slept maybe five hours the last two or three days. Hannah was right of course the nightmares were getting worse and he just didn't want to admit it.
"Newt eyes are really only impor-" Sean said before realizing what he was doing. "Just been having a hard time sleeping for a bit and it's starting to wear me out."
"Maybe," Sean shrugged. "Personally I was hoping that everyone has blood-soaked nightmares and that this was just a normal super powered right of passage."
"Given last time the therapist was convinced I was crazy for thinking i am a mage," Sean said pausing to drink more coffee. "I'd honestly prefer the tentacles."