Raylan shook his head, but it was a rougher back and forth than just a simple shake. An empathic kind of No. He didn't have much shame about having nightmares or sharing them with the people here, but he hated the ones that Mathis had set upon him.

"Always had nightmares, but now.." They were so much worse. But he knew what came of thinking about them and he shook his head again. "I'll manage it."

The coffee pot was full, so Raylan didn't waste time in busying his hand and pouring them each a cup, handing Klaus his after reseating the pot. "The good liquor helps, even if it doesn't seem to be regenning like everythin' else."