"Sure." Nayan shifted forward and did as instructed, laying his arms at his sides and settling down again. Part of him kept insisting that a massage would always be a little bit strange on the grounds it was a lot of physical contact with a perfect stranger, but on the grounds that he worked with doctors and the sick and unclothed almost all the time in his line of work... it was pretty ridiculous to maintain a such a Puritanical sense of modest and self-consciousness.
Point of fact he imagined he wouldn't be awake for too much of Morgan's work. He'd spent half the night jerking awake, body literally not allowing him rest on the grounds the bed was too soft and the rest of the night he spent lying on the floor fuming at himself for being so perfectly ridiculous. It was illogical to feel this way. He told himself it was his body, not his mind that wouldn't let him relax: thus why he was here.
"Be warned," he murmured with a small smile. "I didn't sleep well last night. Feel free to shake me if I start dozing off."