"I could just sit with you." Sinric concede, hands still moving. "But when you got up, you would be just as stiff and sore as when you laid down." He moves to ease out a stubborn knot under Ganymede's shoulder blade. "And what sort of friend would I be, knowing I could have helped you but didn't? No, please let me do this for you."
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Date: 2016-04-09 11:11 pm (UTC)