[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Well, I gotta say they will eventually come back to bite you in the ass, she warned gently. You shouldn’t be that kind of silly too often. It wasn’t her place to judge, nor did she know his reasons for needing to chase that cursed high. In this moment, all that addled his brain was a healthy drop of beer and for the moment that was enough.

Her outer gear carefully folded over the chair Meg just smiled as he stared, chuckling when he eventually removed the shirt. Following him to the couch she’d roll up her sleeves, tucking the cuffs up to the elbow. Well, they do a lot of good things for a person. I’mma sneak in behind you by the way, hands gesturing that she’d sit on the couch’s back to gain the best angle of the shoulder and arm.

Feet slipped out of her sandals, climbing onto the couch and taking it slowly so as not to startle him unnecessarily. Then she was rubbing her hands, hoping to dispel any chill out of them before beginning a tentative feel. Looking after one, means you look after yourself. You want a healthy plant, so you make sure it’s watered, fed, trimmed up, that it’s not too hot, or too cold.

Palms slipped carefully across the area of complaint, faintly tracing the old injury to find it was merely knotted scar tissue needed worked out. I think got it, she’d confirm, hands working together to begin massaging out the knot.

@Nairn