[But now that there's no functioning left that he can do at the moment, it only piles up, like dirt to be washed away.]
I'll have to stalk you to know, but if you insist.
[Still, he's not of a mind to let his hands lose even to the hot water and aromatherapy he'd prepared. A gentle nudge urges Ash to lean forward rather than backwards, rolling up the bathrobe sleeves enough to begin working lower along his spine, to ease the arch, the muscles abused and compensating for internal tearing, likely having cramped in pain lately around his waistline.]
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I'll have to stalk you to know, but if you insist.
[Still, he's not of a mind to let his hands lose even to the hot water and aromatherapy he'd prepared. A gentle nudge urges Ash to lean forward rather than backwards, rolling up the bathrobe sleeves enough to begin working lower along his spine, to ease the arch, the muscles abused and compensating for internal tearing, likely having cramped in pain lately around his waistline.]