It's good to hear, but he knows how private Jesse is about the things in his head. Having someone be there is likely half the reason Jesse is shaken up like this.

Galen kisses the side of his head. "I'm glad they made it better, at least," he mutters. "This is gonna be a long as fuck few days."

He falters for a moment, trying to decide whether he should ask what he's about to ask. If Jesse's going to keep having dreams like this with people who don't belong in them, it can't hurt to ask. Galen chews at his lip, then speaks.

"What if I, um." Just say it. "What if we... had somewhere calm to go. Next time we sleep. If -- you want, I can try it, I mean, if you keep having nightmares like this, you're gonna fall apart." Okay, leave that there, let him decide. The worst he can say is no.