When Keegan slides into bed next to you, he moves to wrap his arm around you. You immediately flinch and scoot away from him.

"Please don't touch me."

"... What?"

It feels like your muscles are aching and on fire. Any touch is miserable.

"It's flaming up again, I'm sorry."

"Oh, okay. My bad, babe," Keegan reassures, laying on his back next to you. His hand rests a few inches beside yours. When you slowly reach over and loop your pinky finger through his, a small smile spreads over his lips.