If Nayan had been looking, rather than trying to relax into the feeling of someone’s hand kneading the tension in his back, he might have… tried a bit less to relax in those hands. Honestly of character was not something he exactly expect from people, but it was something he prided himself on being able to detect in others. But he was tired and Morgan’s voice was warm and friendly – a smooth and slightly melodic – and quite frankly this felt way too good for him to be bothered. The sliding pressure was a welcome feeling, smoothing the lines of tension in his back that he hadn’t really thought about until her palms hit them. Then he became very aware of them.
Well, he thought through the angry protest of his stiff muscles, clearly I really am just that tense.