There's the slightest hint of a nod, almost as if showing acceptance to the once again redirected topic. Like a man accepting his fate, really. He hadn't expected her to drop it ... but he's going to need a moment here. Pretend that he doesn't, at least for a while, but he does need one - and he's going to stall to get it. Or even better, avoid it completely.

"Different ones from the dreams I mentioned."

There's something hiding beneath the carefully even tone that Heather may or may not recognise from the time Cooper first met Sunny. He's tipped his head back and is frowning at the ceiling as he speaks.

"Unpleasant dreams. Normal nightmares. Memories resurfacing to the conscious awareness in vivid detail."

He hasn't dreamt anything that deviates from the norm since he got here. No dancing men. No red rooms ...