Terence shrugged at the mention of the pain. He couldn't say that it didn't hurt- it hurt like a fucking bitch and he was over due on the medication- but he wouldn't ever admit something like that to another man.
"'s not bad," he told him, taking another sip. "If you want to keep me company upstairs I wouldn't fuckin' complain though. Above anything else it's bleeding boring. Ginger's got me on fuckin' house arrest. Fucking fantastic tits as she has, just can't keep me entertained all of the time," he joked with a lopsided smirk.