His mind is very much on cigarettes right now, although that's not a strange state of being for his mind; ever since getting stuck here, his brain keeps playing the urge for a cigarette over and over like a broken record. He's running out of them fast, and once they're gone entirely, he has no idea what he's going to do. Go insane, probably.

He'd vaguely thought about getting up, wandering around the house for awhile -- it probably drives Charlie nuts, just how much Meyer always wants to roam around aimlessly instead of cuddle. It's after sex, usually, that he gets his best ideas, and sometimes he just has to write them down. For now, though, he'll stay where he is, since Charlie doesn't seem inclined to want him to get up.