Sum of all and by them Driven

Oh?  What kind of doctor is he?  Like a therapist?

“Therapist, surgeon, general practitioner, believe me the man does it all. I have no idea how he sleeps.”

“I don’t really… have anything. They haven’t brought it. That’s just some clothes they threw in here that don’t fit.”

James frowned at the sight and put his phone away after he got a response. “Then come with me. Killian approved my claim.”

Benji hummed calmly as he massaged at the man’s leg. He chuckled lightly and shrugged as the other instructed him to move up. “I always win at gay chicken, by the way. Though, I don’t think that’s really a problem on this island, is it?” He asked with a smirk, barely glancing up at the other as he rubbed his thigh now. “Is that better?”

James flashed an almost sheepish smile. “It hardly is. I have been with my fair share of partners who come and go on this island, to be quite honest.” He wet his lips, watching his hands work and massage the chronically, sore muscles. “Yeah, that feels better already.”

Benji snickered, “Don’t get cocky. I would’ve offered you my alcohol, too.” Regardless, he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, setting his drink down and scooting closer to the other. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He added before reaching in, wrapping his hands around the man’s knee and rubbing at it soothingly. 

James stiffened momentarily, but he shifted in his seat to allow himself a chance to relax. Often times, he rarely let anyone so much as touch his leg, but he was curious about Benji to say the least. Wetting his lips, he looked down to watch his hands work at his aching leg. “Higher up, the infarction was in my thigh...” he guided him.