Although she grimaced a little when he felt around, it wasn't excruciating, which she opted to take as a good sign. Besides, he had finally gotten off the 'you need to go to the doctor immediately' train. "It's a deal." Besides, if it was still hurting at the end of the week, she'd be to big of a baby not to go in anyway.
When his hand pulled away, she replaced the leg of her sweat pants and took a significant drink of her beer. She let herself ease back into the couch and hesitantly leaned into his side a little. "So." She didn't really know what to say to him at that point, so she asked the first thing that popped into her head, "How's Pickles?"