Penn threw himself face-first onto the lounging couch in his guiding office, exhausted. He groaned into the cushion, his body sore all over. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block out all distractions.
"Are you planking?" Nathan's voice rumbled from the doorway, and humor poured from his voice.
"Go away," Penn groaned. Nathan's low chuckle came from beside him, seemingly vibrating the air around him. "Please don't ask me to guide you right now. I feel like I'll die if I do."
"I can be a little patient," Nathan replied, sitting beside Penn on the edge of the couch. "Do you need a back rub?"
"No…" he mumbled, face down on the couch. "Everything is sore…"
"Hmm," Nathan tilted his head, his voice low and rumbling. "I'll get some pain-relieving ointment; just a moment."
