Orin hadn't slept very well, for a multitude of reasons. The biggest ones were pre-travel jitters/excitement, and er... well. A strange state of discomfort. He'd overheard some rather... heated goings-on, the previous evening, and it had put him in a somewhat confusing, feverish state, for several hours. Several.
Hours. And even when he did manage to fall asleep, it was fitful.
Perhaps he was coming down sick? Orin prayed not... If he were sick, Cole might decide to leave him behind... and the boy couldn't bear the thought. But... it would be dishonest not to tell Cole, wouldn't it? Yes, it would.
When the knock came to his bedroom door, Orin's eyes cracked open just a bit (bleary and tired). He didn't quite move from his spot, but he peeked his head out from under the covers, just in time to hear Cole's morning greeting. It always made Orin smile and feel loved... Before he could reply, breakfast was announced, and he heard Cole's swift departure.
Quick as the sleepy boy could manage, he disentangled himself from the bedclothes, and stumbled his way out to the dining room in his nightshirt. Well. Technically it was Cole's nightshirt, and the boy practically swam in it, but he liked it that way. Anyway, he toddled on out, nightshirt billowing around his rather minute frame, and white locks fluffy and mussed from sleep. Orin wasn't accustomed to managing it, himself, so it tended not to occur to him to try to smooth it down; it's not like he could see it.
The teenager yawned a big, sleepy yawn as he stumbled toward the table, and made his way to his usual place, plopping down. Rather than his usual routine of touching the table and seeing what was in front of him, Orin's hands were fidgeting and fiddling with one another. The boy was nervous. Would Cole be disappointed in him, if he were ill?
Cole HarperJeremiah Menahem