"No," he says, brushing aside the concern with a shake of his head, although he is hurting. That's not what's bothering him. The pain has been a pretty constant thing these last few days, ebbing and flowing depending on how many drugs he's got in his system and how much sleep Charlie can coerce him into getting, but this is something different.

"I had a..." He sighs. It sounds ridiculous, juvenile, and although Charlie must know by now that Meyer has bad nightmares, they've never discussed it. "Bad dream, that's all. Nothing to worry about."