[ Sleeping with Jack is like sleeping with a short-haired dog that can't seem to stay warm. At some point during the night the damn thing winds up under your back or between your legs or, once, right up beneath your neck.
It's a damn good thing he's more or less immune to waking up stiff and sore, otherwise Benjamin might be a hazard to his REM.
He wakes up lazy, vaguely waffling over the idea of going back to sleep, and with no severe intentions of getting out of bed. He does, however, need to correct this grievous error in sleep posture. He does it by rolling over onto that right side and then flopping forward with an arm and half his chest over Jack, more or less pinning him beneath half a body's worth of weight (and metal).
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It's a damn good thing he's more or less immune to waking up stiff and sore, otherwise Benjamin might be a hazard to his REM.
He wakes up lazy, vaguely waffling over the idea of going back to sleep, and with no severe intentions of getting out of bed. He does, however, need to correct this grievous error in sleep posture. He does it by rolling over onto that right side and then flopping forward with an arm and half his chest over Jack, more or less pinning him beneath half a body's worth of weight (and metal).
You wanted this. You asked for this. ]