Getting used to sleeping with someone else was difficult to say the least. Soma was accommodating, yes, edge of the bed to allow him to curl against the wall, his back nestled against Soma's chest and his lover's arm draped over him, heavy breathing against the back of his neck.
He curled into Soma's arms, let his eyes fall shut and enclosed himself between his lover and the blankets. He liked to be closed in when he slept, habit, somewhere when he had been small and he had gotten in the habit of sleeping under his mother's bed, afraid of things that went bump in the night. His mother hadn't the heart to tell him that he was one, and let him worship his unseen father. Even in the castle, after they had gotten his mother, he slept in corners, enclosed, he would feel his father carry him to his rooms, tuck him close into the bed. Back when his father had been kind, had smiled and promised him the world. He had wanted to cry when Soma promised him the same. Soma pushed his hair away from his face, kissed his forehead to whisper goodnight against his skin. Always used his given name, Adrian, he would whisper, Adrian I love you.