Dream feels exhausted, he's going to blame it on the fact that he just came down three flights of stairs and he's about to go up three more, he just might skip dinner, shower and go straight to bed.
He's so tired that his appetite is long gone, worry for his friend taking over. Although he knows Hayden will be fine, he has somehow managed to live through Virgil's rut, in his human form - he should be more worried for the Alpha.
Maybe he was just worried about himself, he didn't feel any different but he can help but feel like something was going to go terribly wrong, it's been over four years that he's been using suppressants, his body would crack pretty soon, he hoped it wouldn't be tonight.
He showers and pads to the kitchen in a bathrobe, feeling parched and a little warm, without realizing it, he downs the entire carton of fruit juice only realizing it's empty when there's no more pouring into his cup.
