Brodie looked down at Jamie's retreating hand with a look of curiosity. "Are you in possession of a healing touch I did not know about?" He joked, but without malice. And when he looked up at Jamie's face, he smiled. He really wanted to tell him it was okay, that he could touch, but Brodie couldn't bring himself to actually say it, as usual. Here was hoping Jamie was also a mind reader.
It was more of a psychological thing, and Brodie knew it. Half the battle against pain is to believe it'll be over soon, and the pills helped him get that into his head...But of course they were also greatly responsible for the actual pain relief.
He set the bottle back on the couch and turned to Jamie, doing a movement much like shrugging, but not really. "Comes and goes... But what?" There was something about Jamie's attitude at that moment that Brodie didn't get at all. He looked at Jamie's torso, in the direction of where he'd said his stitches were. "How about you? Are you healing alright?"