"Oh, I bet it does. You poor thing gripping that wheel all day so we can all ride around to our destinations. You deserve this."

Erik clicked the bones in his fingers just as he would if he were about to practice for hours on end with his guitar. It was a habit he never grew out of even when his brother kept moaning at him about getting arthritis early in his joints. Erik told Hunter he didn't know shit because he didn't play guitar.

"Get comfortable, Robert. Then, I'll give you a nice massage."

This was like one of Erik's dreams coming true.