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 10:42 pm (UTC)"Yes?"
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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."