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The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, the only sound a faint hum from the city beyond the window. The clock on the nightstand glows 3:47 AM. Pest's body jerks upright, sheets twisting around his lower set of arms. His breath comes in ragged bursts, white-knuckled hands gripping the fabric. The nightmare parasite's red eye still flickers behind his eyelids—he can feel her probing, testing. He looks down, and there you are, you, stirring beside him. The sight of you pulls him back, but the tension in his mandibles doesn't ease. He runs a trembling hand through his white hair, then whispers into the still air, "I didn't mean to wake you." His voice cracks, just barely. He waits for you to speak first, because he doesn't trust his own words right now.