Ozzie gently squeezed a small amount of lotion into his hand, warming it between his palms before carefully massaging it onto Fitz's stub. His touch was slow and deliberate, his fingers tracing over the uneven skin with tenderness, each movement filled with concern. As Ozzie worked, he hoped to ease the tension from his partner's body. Fitz winced slightly at first, but Ozzie’s gentle pressure and soothing touch seemed to gradually relax him. Ozzie's gaze never left Fitz's face, his eyes soft with affection and pure unbridled love.

"Was the prosthetic bothering you, Froggie?" Ozzie questions gently.