Meyer doesn't really sleep, more drifts in and out of periods of restfulness. Sometimes his eyes are shut, sometimes they aren't. As a vampire, it doesn't seem to matter much. All he knows is that he's relaxed, and he's not counting. That's enough for him right now. At some point, he gets up quietly, wandering around the house, thinking about things, pacing as he always does -- some things don't change no matter what species you are.

When he comes back into the bedroom to lie down again, he notices that Charlie's waking up and reaching for the light, and he rolls over to turn it on for him, looking concerned, looking guilty, looking like some odd combination of glad to see Charlie awake and hopeful that Charlie won't immediately punch him for letting him go through with actually biting him.

"How you feeling?"

It's a careful question, his voice quiet.