Gives him a shoulder massage. "You've been stressed lately. Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should take a day and rest?"
“You know I can’t do that.” Actions betray him though, fingers slipping off keyboard as the heat of Senzo’s hands warm cold muscles. It was hard not to get tense when chills kept wracking body, verging on the flu-like crash at the end of the day. Shouta had ended up cancelling patrol when getting up the steps to apartment had proven immensely difficult. Headache has been increasing in intensity all day and he’s given up on blinking away the aura precluding a migraine. Still, he leans into the touch and sets laptop aside. Fixes blanket to get more comfortable. “We could make it a movie night though.”
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