Insomnia

Fingertips were splayed delicately over his stomach, resting with a comfortable warmth that Jaime wasn’t sure how to deal with just yet. One of his arms was behind his head, under his pillow in a position that had seemed comfortable an hour ago, but his shoulder was starting to cramp up. His back was also hurting with the dull ache that came from lying on something hard and having it dig into your back.

Not the Scarab, obviously. He’d gotten used to that long enough ago that he only noticed the extra pressure on his spine when he was sitting in a really, really hard chair. Or when the Scarab was annoyed with him.

Between his back and the mattress was an elbow. A body, and an unpleasantly sharp elbow that he marveled he’d ever been able to sleep through lying on earlier.