"Stop worrying." Sliding over on his perch Rob slipped behind Jon, one leg on either side of his body while his hands set on his shoulders. Maybe a massage would help, "I get the feeling. Remember when I made that commercial for school, the one for the contest about the food court?" His fingers were slowly moving over his shoulders, pressing down lightly in hopes of working out the knots. "I was a wreck for the entire week after, I didn't win, but I didn't suck either." Kissing the other mans cheek he smiled softly, "Didn't you tell me we make things out worse than they really are?"