Galen sets his hand on his leg and it stops moving for a few moments, at least. He sort of just swallows hard and tries not to twitch, his chest all heavy like there's someone sitting on it. It's fucking stupid. He was fine, before, he was feeling good and now - a night full of nightmares and he can't even breathe right. They've always been a problem for him. More so now, because here, Jesse wouldn't put it past them being real.

"Nnghmk," is what Jesse manages as an answer to that, scrubbing at his face and sitting up, trying to pull his legs away the best he can without making Galen feel awful. He doesn't want to believe what Ned told him. Look - deep breath. Deep breath. You have to talk to him about it, you can nip it in the bud before it even starts to be a problem. Lead into it.

"Were you in Ned's dream last night?" ... Dammit, Jesse.