The little ‘oh’ went unnoticed by Jamie who honestly didn’t want to be disturbing her if she was seeking to relax. When she finally spoke properly, he was bracing himself for rising. His knee was not giving him the best time today. He was going to have to ice it later to prepare for the concert. And maybe pop a vicodin. Not something he wanted to do. He hated pain killers – especially vicodin because it made him see things. “Well if I’m not letting you relax, I should go,” he shrugged like it was nothing to him because really, it wasn’t. He was flexible. Don’t even think about going there. It was time for a subject change, time to get distracting. “What book are you reading?” That was a safer topic than “arguing” about who should go and who should stay.