“I’m sore, okay?” He pauses, but his expression remains blank, non-existent even. “Huh.” Huh? I don't know what I expected, but ‘huh’ wasn’t it. “How sore are you?” “Enough that I can’t move.” “Should you see a doctor?” “No. It’s not as bad as that.” “Then what do you need?” “Rest, Jonathan. Ever heard of the word, or was that erased from your workaholic dictionary?” “Very funny.”
