Trent rolled his eyes as Mickey mimicked his accent and did what a lot of people did, mocked it. TJ had gotten pretty good at it and had avoided the common pitfall that others fell into which was to make Trent sound like some dumb hick.
"Honestly? I have no idea," he murmured into his arms as Mickey's hands pressed into the knots and eased them, skin prickling ever so slightly at the contrast of Mickey's warm hands and the cool air. "Normally? I lie in the dark or take a helluvalot of painkillers an' hope it'll pass." This one hadn't, obviously.
Trent wet his lower lip and pulled it into his mouth. "This one's jus' a real bitch."