She lay on the bed, her face turned away, unaware that he had entered the room.
Turning her head, she saw his silhouette framed against the door and that was enough to make the pain leap into her eyes with the ease of an athlete, rabidly scrape their damp, crumbling walls, scatter agony-shavings and exult in its revival.
Pain, old friend, lifetime companion, gap-toothed, twinkle-toed and all-pervasive, was back on centre-stage, winning accolades again.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Vox populi