"Shut up, not my decision." One blue eye opens, frowns up into a wide grin. "'Sore back', huh?" The words echo with suppressed laughter, earning another glare and a finger. "Bulging disc." Should be explanation enough. "Uh huh. That all you got bulging?" Juvenile humor that earns an eye roll and a snicker before it can be swallowed. "I see you've progressed to fifth grade now." "Yep." Proud of it, too, from the sounds of it. "So...this disc thing..." "Shut up." A muffled thud, of a pillow hitting skin, follows a snort. "Mike said --" "Oh, Mike said. I see." Another pillow is dodged, captured, propped up behind a broad back. "Bastard. Why'm I here again?" "Because you love me." Far too smug, but impossible to argue with. "Oh, right." "Know what Troy said?" "Uh, no...not sure I want to." "Said you're not as young as you used to be and I shouldn't treat you like a pretzel. Hines just said you're old." "Like a..." Soft, muttered curse as the words sink in to a still sleep fogged brain. "I am going to kill him. For real this time. Slowly and painfully." Onto Permanent Bet
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