Cole shut the door behind him and made his way to the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee and setting the cream, milk and sugar on the table. "Help yourself."
He hesitated - this was his chance. Either he could say something offhand about bad dreams, or he could tell Sam what had actually happened. The worst that would happen was that he would laugh and call him crazy. Which had happened before, so really, it wouldn't be that bad.
"I guess I might be going crazy, but... yesterday was pretty weird. More so than usual." He looked away for a moment before glancing back at him, searching for any sort of recognition. "I saw... things."