"There's nothing wrong with some old muggle style healing techniques. Wizarded up," Michael said with a smile. "Now that I'm a muggle and everything."
Maybe it was too much to ask for Stephen to touch him or come near him. He didn't want to freak him out, or scare him with his gay suggestions or implications. But then Stephen stepped forward and didn't just throw the pad at him and run back to his wife.
He'd thought the pad would help, and sweet Merlin he was right. Michael groaned softly at the warm pressure on the base of his spine, his aching muscles loosening almost immediately. "Hmmmm yeah, no. It's good there," he murmured. "Thank you so much."