On the recent tour, you hurt your back. It wasn’t really that bad until now, as it got even more tricky to get out of your bed.

You lay in your bedroom, buried in pillows. Georg had noticed your lack of time at practice, and decided to come check on you.

He noticed you in bed, wincing in pain when you moved your head to look at him.

“Oh, schatz… come on, I’ll give you a back-rub,” He said, sitting next to you.