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Harry tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep due to the pain in his knees.
The deep ache radiated down to his ankles and up to his stomach, and it made it nearly impossible to think.
He absolutely hated his body when it did this.
Russell, roused from his light sleep, put an arm over Harry and kissed him on the cheek.
"Can I rub your knees, love?" the artist asked groggily. This had happened a handful of times before, so he was not confused over what was happening.
The blonde nodded his consent, and Russell began gently massaging his knees and surrounding areas.
It wasn't a cure-all but, within minutes, Harry fell asleep.
My boyfriend is magic.