"After particularly rough cases, sometimes the medical center would recommend alternating ice baths or heat packs to manage muscle damage," K agrees, but he has no idea how they would make one here. Almost certainly not the same as he would have in Los Angeles.
"And sometimes the lieutenant would talk about massages."
That makes him frown, that the lieutenant would have pushed a boundary with K like that--but of course there were no boundaries with replicants, except not to make them feel anything too strongly.
He has no idea what the frown is about, paired with the question. His fingers stroke along Jesus's back exactly as they have been and he tips his head, brow furrowed as he tries to work out the answer.
He can see K's puzzlement but he doesn't want to dig up more about the lieutenant right now, not after everything K offered him already. "I'd like one, then."
"Okay. Show me how you make heat pads without a betawave particulate enhancer, and I'll see what I can do about a massage," he agrees, still puzzled, but willing. This part, anyway, is definitely okay.
He climbs off of him--wincing just a little when he has to straighten, so he stretches, trying to ease a particularly stubborn muscle. Then he takes him to the kitchen, gets a sock out of the laundry, and fills it with rice.
He ties off the end and hefts it from hand to hand, "Just like this," then puts it in the microwave for a minute. "It doesn't last long, but it helps."
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Date: 2022-12-22 06:12 am (UTC)"And sometimes the lieutenant would talk about massages."
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Date: 2022-12-22 03:43 pm (UTC)"Is that okay?"
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Date: 2022-12-22 10:42 pm (UTC)"Yes?"
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Date: 2022-12-23 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-23 04:07 pm (UTC)He ties off the end and hefts it from hand to hand, "Just like this," then puts it in the microwave for a minute. "It doesn't last long, but it helps."