It took William a second to process what Joe was suggesting. Once he did, his instinctive reaction was oh hell no.
He smothered that, regarding the proposition cautiously and as dispassionately as possible, and finally allowed, slowly, "You want to go into my dreams."
It wasn't a question, precisely; Joe hadn't exactly been cryptic. It was, however, a significant notion to take in. William never knew what he would dream. He couldn't control his dreams. The idea of Joe seeing his private thoughts left him feeling cold all over.
Then again, his dreams were candy floss and kittens compared to what Spencer was going through. William steeled himself, reminded of why he was doing this to begin with, and said carefully, "We could try that. What do I need to do?"