[ He only has to beat a ten, Orpheus isn't a hard person to read. This poor boy, he wears his heart out on his sleeve, and all.

He watches Mister Barker's expression fall slightly after his own, and hurries to clarify; ]

It's nothing! I'm really happy for you. [ And he is, genuinely, even if it makes Mister Barker being here and away from home for so long that much worse. Orpheus considers leaving it there, but he feels like he owes an explanation. ] It's just... I also had a dream, that felt more like a memory. And I was hoping it wasn't one.