[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn shrugged, I'm smarter than that. Don't worry, and why, pray tell, was he making mental note to taper his use? Because this girl was worried about him? Ugh. Ruth was going to laugh him out of the tavern next time they met up.

She warned him, that she was going to get up onto the couch so she'd have a better angle on his injury. But that did not help him save face, not when he felt her weight behind of him, felt her hands settled over his shoulder.

He tensed, ears red, wishing very much that he'd taken her offer of a smoke. Or that he was drunk... Stoic, sitting upright as straight as he could be, he fixed his gaze ahead and all conversation ceased.

But all of this, did nothing to hide the quiet, pleased murmur he made as she worked to massage the scar tissue. Too quiet to be legible, and most certainly unnecessary to understand.

@Megara Fern