Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The knock came not at the door but at his forehead, two precise taps with a single knuckle, and Rex woke up from sleep the way he usually did, quickly and without disorientation, his awareness assembling the room in the first half-second of consciousness.
"W-What?!" Rex then realized that he was still with Elizabeth today, and so he calmed down for a bit. "Oh, it's you..."
Rex could see Elizabeth was sitting at the edge of the bed, fully dressed, her hair pinned back in the arrangement she used when she intended to be somewhere professional within the hour.
She had a cup in one hand and was watching him with the patient expression of someone who had been awake for some time and had been waiting a reasonable interval before resorting to the forehead knock.
"You sleep like someone who has no concerns about what you did to me last night," she said. "I'm still hurting in certain parts, you know."
