"Yeah," he says, scooting over slightly to give Charlie some room. He'd never admit it, but now that his heart has finally stopped pounding so hard and he doesn't feel sick to his stomach from the dream, having Charlie close by is a nice reassurance that this is real, not whatever they'd shared in the dream.

"What do you mean, never like that?" He didn't know Charlie dreamed about it at all. It had shown up in his own dreams many times, in slight variations, all of them equally disturbing, but Charlie had never been in those dreams. Even in this dream, if Charlie had been there, he hadn't known it.