He tries to run towards the grave for a better look.

He can do that. He sees Naomi Herne, dressed in soaked-through funeral clothes, her face streaked with tears. She’s screaming. She sees him, and for a moment her face is bright with hope. “Help me,” she gasps. 

He reaches out to help her.

No, he doesn’t.

He mouths "sorry."

Her face falls again when she realizes he’s not going to do anything to help her.

She keeps crying, keeps screaming. 

In the morning he reaches out, grabs a pen and a piece of paper, and copies down as much as he can remember before the dream slips away.

Then he flops on Martin.

Sleepy blinking. “Oh. Hey. Good morning.” Hugs?

Mmmmmm hugs.

"I slept! For a reasonable amount of time!"

Hugs!!!!!!

“I’m really proud of you.” Forehead kiss.

Gosh. Forehead kisses and pride! Lev is somewhat melted.

Oh good. “What food do you have here? I’m not great at cooking but I can make eggs and toast and fairly easy stuff like that.”

"Uh. Cereal? I'm not really one for food with... steps, and it's not like I have a kitchen."

“No no, cereal works great.” Another quick forehead kiss before Martin unhugs in order to set up two bowls of cereal. “I’m really glad you slept well.”

Lev transfers his notes about his dream into his Magnus Institute file (hardcopy and digital) and while he's thinking of it adds "weird grave" as a type of cultist in the Humans section of the monster manual. 

"I think I am going to take the morning off work, because I have accumulated more than enough overtime to do that, and you can also do it if you want, because I am your boss and I said so."

”...Gosh! Um. Okay, yeah, that sounds... great, actually! ...I should probably text Tim and Sasha, let them know? But, yeah, sure!”

"Yeah, good idea, I should do that too." He does! And then he eats cereal very ineffectively because of the very serious importance of nuzzling Martin.

.....awwwwwww. Luckily they’re not going into work so they can be as inefficient as they want in eating breakfast. 

Lev is going to sit in his lap and intersperse bites of cereal with kissing Martin's cheek and telling him that he is the best sleep aid in the world and Lev likes him a lot.

Oh nooooo Lev is way too cute. Okay, focus, Martin.

“...Do you have medications or something I should be reminding you of? I saw the sharps box and, uh, I did not actually assume it was for medications, and if it’s not then I would like to talk about that too? But also it just occurred to me that it might be and figured I should. Ask.”

"Yeah, it's for meds, and I'm good at remembering them myself. This is not an opiate den."

Martin is just going to splutter a little and hide his face in Lev’s hair. Thankfully he is tall enough that this works out well for him. 

Once his blush is back at more reasonable levels, he says, “Okay, good! That’s. Good. I’m glad you’re, uh, better at remembering your meds than you are at...food...or sleep..... Um.” Maybe if he kisses Lev’s forehead Lev will forget how much of an idiot he just was?

He kisses Martin's cheek again. "It's only once every two weeks and it doesn't matter a ton if I miss a day. I have a calendar reminder! 'Take your meds.' 'No, really, take your meds. 'SERIOUSLY if you don't take your meds you're going to regret it.'"

That wins a laugh. “If only food was a once-every-two-weeks!”