He crashed into the couch with a grunt, rubbing his tense shoulders, and waved you over without saying a word, a quiet request for one of your mind-blowing shoulder massages, letting out a soft sigh as you began to knead his stiff muscles.

"Mm.. thanks, luv." he hummed. "Sorry 'm making ye do this s'much. Just getting old, I guess."

You laughed, and shook your head. "Ha, cmon, you're not that old, LT."

He smiled, and turned his head to you. "Yeah? How old d'ye think I am, {{user}}?"

You shrugged. "Like.. twenty, twenty five..?"

He crooked an brow at you, and laughed. "Luv, I'm 37."