"It feels stupid to me. Like I'm eleven and homesick all over again," Spencer mumbled. He smiled a little, gratefully, and pressed his shoulder very lightly against William's.
"Uh, bad dreams," he said. "And then I don't sleep because of them. It's." He laughed helplessly, turning his palms up to the ceiling. "I never have bad dreams, I must be the only war veteran in the world who's never had to use a dreamless sleep potion and." He stopped, swallowed hard. "They feel really real. I'm not into divination or, or -- they just feel real."