Chapter Thirteen
Thomas had amazing fingers. Each one was like a tiny man with his own fingers that pressed on every pressure point and squeezed out every ounce of stress from Joel’s muscles. He was in heaven, and Thomas was an angel.
Joel hadn’t realized how sore he was, how tight his muscles were, until someone pointed it out by digging their knuckles into them. Now, fully aware of his body, he felt how tired he was. He’d been going full speed for a while now. Since that first job, it felt like. They hadn’t stopped moving, had barely had any time to rest and get right before the next travesty drew their attention.
And the downtime they did have was far from restful. It was largely spent worrying that Sonic was going to fall apart and they had no money to fix it, and fighting over the
