Aoba would beat himself up over the consumption of his last pill later. There was no way for him to have known—though in retrospect, after everything else this future world could do, why shouldn’t it be able to duplicate a medication that Aoba had believed to be a formula unique to Tae?
But right now? After a brief jolt in response to the touch to his foot, Aoba was startled into a low groan as those strong fingers kneaded into his soles. He hadn’t been out walking for terribly long, but Aoba had never gotten the experience of a foot massage after being out walking for a while. It didn’t magically make his headache go away, but it certainly…gave him another source of sensation to focus on beside the pain behind his temples.
When Aoba didn’t reply—neither immediately, nor a few moments afterwards—Ren volunteered instead: “Aoba is not ill, although the cause of his headaches is otherwise unknown despite their chronic nature and the fact that they have never responded to any medication other than the one formulated by his grandmother. While his stress levels have been elevated over the last month, he has actually shown drastic improvement over the course of the last twenty-four hours—that is, the timeframe since escaping the Deckers and entering Declan’s care instead.”
“Don’t say it like I’m some lost dog,” came a blurry grumble from Aoba, his cheeks showing a bit of a flush below the cover of the washrag draped over his eyes. Even so, the young man was going distinctly limp but for a few toe-wriggles stretching out his freshly-popped joints.
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But right now? After a brief jolt in response to the touch to his foot, Aoba was startled into a low groan as those strong fingers kneaded into his soles. He hadn’t been out walking for terribly long, but Aoba had never gotten the experience of a foot massage after being out walking for a while. It didn’t magically make his headache go away, but it certainly…gave him another source of sensation to focus on beside the pain behind his temples.
When Aoba didn’t reply—neither immediately, nor a few moments afterwards—Ren volunteered instead: “Aoba is not ill, although the cause of his headaches is otherwise unknown despite their chronic nature and the fact that they have never responded to any medication other than the one formulated by his grandmother. While his stress levels have been elevated over the last month, he has actually shown drastic improvement over the course of the last twenty-four hours—that is, the timeframe since escaping the Deckers and entering Declan’s care instead.”
“Don’t say it like I’m some lost dog,” came a blurry grumble from Aoba, his cheeks showing a bit of a flush below the cover of the washrag draped over his eyes. Even so, the young man was going distinctly limp but for a few toe-wriggles stretching out his freshly-popped joints.