“Dad, you don't look so good,” Simon said, putting his cell phone down. He went to the counter grabbing a cup and filled it from the coffee pot. “Here, you need this more than I do.”
“Thanks, Simon,” Victor said, gratefully taking the coffee and slumping down at the table.
“I'd ask if you had a rough night except I know you went straight to bed after putting the kids down for the night,” Simon said. “Can't be that taxing, can it? Or...Are you ill?”
“No, barely slept... had one stupid dream after another,” Victor said, rubbing his tired eyes.
Simon grinned. “Dad, need I remind you you first have to be asleep in order to dream? So technically you were sleeping...it just wasn't restful,” he said.