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The massage is… fine. Stephen turns his head so that he’s looking at Tony and lets the masseuse work. They are quite professional, and they do smooth out a few knots (apparently, if he truly wants to relax, he needs a lot more work), but Stephen suspects he gets more out of watching Tony’s obvious enjoyment than out of his own massage.
The facials are just ridiculous.
But when Stephen eases his hands down into the warm wax bath that has been prepared for him, he lets out an involuntary groan of relief. The constant ache of pins and screws and scar tissues all but vanishes. Stephen’s not sure why a wax bath should be any different from a heating pad or warm water, but it is. His eyes slip closed and he slumps a little.
“Stephen?” Tony asks. “You okay?”
“I concede that the spa day was a good idea,” Stephen says. God, his hands almost feel normal. Not entirely, but close. It won’t last, of course, but just to have a break is glorious.
“Glad to hear it,” Tony murmurs.