[That is a bad joke. It's so bad he's not even going to respond to it. He's just going to keep hanging out in his quarters with the heating pad until she shows up.
76 is facedown in the bed when she lets herself in.]
[ oH... JACK... all right, she actually feels bad for teasing him. She can see the white patches on the strip of bared skin between his pants and his shirt, front and back, and she won't ask him to move. She just perches herself on the edge of the bed gingerly and places a hand on the small of his back. Any buzz she may have had is quelled and she goes full doctor mode. ]
You didn't say it was this bad; I wouldn't have teased so much. Where does it hurt, dear?
[ Because he's sort of just plastered himself in heat pads and called it a done deal, and there's no easy way to tell him that the relief likely wouldn't sink deeply enough for what he'd need. ]
[Look, some people just don't want to openly admit that they may or may not have thrown their back out on their most recent mission. He's totally fine, promise, and maybe just hasn't moved from his current "covered in icy-hot patches" sleeping position.
Suffice to say, he hears the Serious Doctor Tone and is quick to downplay any discomfort, picking himself up so that he can at least face her when she's talking.]
Just sore. Nothing you need to worry yourself over.
[But she will, of course, because that's what she does.]
[ JACK?????? DID YOU THROW YOUR BACK OUT??? THIS KEEPS GETTING WORSE. She's going to start peeling them off so she can get a better feel for him and see what she's working with. (You aren't supposed to apply heat either!! But what can u do. It's too late now.) She came on a little too strong and she can tell he's backpedaling now, but when he lifts himself up to turn and face her, her brows are furrowed and she's not buying it.
She'll prove it by gently applying pressure to the base of his spine and begin to feel out where he's hurting. ]
Too late for that; I've already started. Just answer the question, Jack.
[He knows they are already past the point of no return, and no amount of protests will stop Angela when she gets like this. Jack has enough sense to know when not to resist, but that doesn't mean he's going to outright admit what's wrong. He's still excessively stubborn.
Even shifting from his prone position is fruitless, as she's already running her hands down his lower back. He folds his arms under his head, propping himself up a little instead.]
Angela, come on, it's not-- [A grunt as she hits a particularly stubborn spot.]
[ Luckily(?) for him, at least, she knows him. And she knows his body, and where he kept most of his tension and stress and he's folding his arms up under his head. He isn't resisting her, at least, even if he still tries a weak protect. She can tell by the way his body stiffens when she's hit one of the rock-solid tension spots as well as the grunt it evokes, touch gentling as she continues to quest to the sides. Map out where it was and how far it extended first. ]
I already am, so you may as well quit fussing. I won't leave you to suffer in pain, dear, when I can likely fix it easily. Have you already used a biotic field?
[ Her touch along his back is a gentle pressure of fingertips, adding her second hand to the first as she works lower, thumbs pressing into the curve of his rear to feel out the back of his hips before carefully kneading back up to frame the injury. ]
[Yeah, 76 is slowly relenting, because he knows there's really no arguing with Angela when she gets like this. The correct course of action is to just stop being stubborn and tell her what's wrong so that she can get to work.
It's been like twenty-five years and he's still learning how to do that.]
Used one on the mission.
[Enough to push him through the rest of it. He hasn't done much since, unless she's going to count the heating pads.]
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[he's not leaving the heating pad.]
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[ That's a bad joke. Probably a worse one when there's a very loud knock on the door specifically made to be cheeky before she lets herself in. ]
Just me; I found the very last one hiding behind another bottle.
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76 is facedown in the bed when she lets herself in.]
Guess I lucked out.
[He says, into the pillow.]
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You didn't say it was this bad; I wouldn't have teased so much. Where does it hurt, dear?
[ Because he's sort of just plastered himself in heat pads and called it a done deal, and there's no easy way to tell him that the relief likely wouldn't sink deeply enough for what he'd need. ]
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Suffice to say, he hears the Serious Doctor Tone and is quick to downplay any discomfort, picking himself up so that he can at least face her when she's talking.]
Just sore. Nothing you need to worry yourself over.
[But she will, of course, because that's what she does.]
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She'll prove it by gently applying pressure to the base of his spine and begin to feel out where he's hurting. ]
Too late for that; I've already started. Just answer the question, Jack.
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Even shifting from his prone position is fruitless, as she's already running her hands down his lower back. He folds his arms under his head, propping himself up a little instead.]
Angela, come on, it's not-- [A grunt as she hits a particularly stubborn spot.]
Don't need to concern yourself with this.
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I already am, so you may as well quit fussing. I won't leave you to suffer in pain, dear, when I can likely fix it easily. Have you already used a biotic field?
[ Her touch along his back is a gentle pressure of fingertips, adding her second hand to the first as she works lower, thumbs pressing into the curve of his rear to feel out the back of his hips before carefully kneading back up to frame the injury. ]
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It's been like twenty-five years and he's still learning how to do that.]
Used one on the mission.
[Enough to push him through the rest of it. He hasn't done much since, unless she's going to count the heating pads.]
Twisted something, I think.
[THREW HIS BACK OUT.]
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