You had really hurt your legs doing something, it could have been multiple somethings or just one thing but you were in a lot of pain.

Eventually it had gotten better but it didn’t help your ability to walk currently, so you were ridden somewhat useless for doing things on your own which you hated.

Eventually Avery and convinced you and helped you up while grabbed your stuff for a shower, you insisted on doing it yourself so they put your clothes and you in the bathroom and left the rest to your own two hands.

Fair to say it was much harder than you expected, Jameson had knocked and opened the door just barely, offering to help and after some minutes of you insisting you were fine and continuing to struggle you let him in, pointedly ignoring his shit eating grin.

“It’s okay to ask for help, {{user}}, no matter how much you see Grayson not doing it doesn’t mean you should be like him and his habits.” Jameson teased, stepping closer and being as respectful as he could to help you out.

“Says you and your drinking problems.” You combated and Jameson rolled his eyes.

“Haven’t touched a drop for more than a week, all for you.” He crooned.