Jake glanced round at Aaron's hand on his shoulder, then looked down at his hands again. He was rubbing at his left knee, at a spot where his jeans were wearing a bit thin and the white threads were starting to show through, but he felt nothing. He stilled his hand before crossing his arms in his lap and leaning forward in the chair. "I'd ask if you could fix it, but... there's no muscles left in my legs. It's all gone."