I stumbled out the door, although Brie quickly caught me, and managed to keep me on my feet. "Okay, okay…" she muttered. "Just carefully move alright?"
She guided me towards the seats, as her right hand continued to caress my neck. I was a bit uncomfortable—I think at least, I wasn't too sure.
"You know what, you should sit with me," she said, as she looked at me. "That way I can really take care of you."
"Oh, really?" I asked. "What, you're going to pat me on the back like some sort of baby?" Brie chuckled, "Of course not… I think." I rolled my eyes and slipped out a little laugh, as Brie began to soothe my shoulder. "I got you, Connor. I got you."
"Ok, alright," I muttered. Brie then suddenly suggested, "I think you need a massage." I scoffed. "The last thing I need is someone punching my back, calling it a massage."
"What, no!" she said. "I'll actually give you a very good massage, just stay there. I'll go behind you, it'll be great."
