"So, what were you doin while I was out?"
"Nothing much. Reading, playing, smoking. Oh, and I took a short walk to town."
"So, your leg keeps improvin. That's good news."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Come on, pull off those trousers, and I'll give you a massage thing. Remember what the doc said? You'll heal all the better for it."
"Being bossy doesn't suit you, you know?"
"Well, it's about takin turns at bein in the driver's seat, right?"
"There you are … Yeah, lookin better all right. Now …"
"Poor fella. Almost done here … Movin on to the fun part now?"
"Strip. I'll see what I can do for you."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Lie still … You know, when I was in town, I had a look in some shops. It's Christmas soon, and I still didn't get anything for a friend of mine."
"Guess I know that one … Yeah, this feels good, you got a way with … On his wish list, there are socks. And bullets."
"Good, practical stuff."
"Oh, and 'stayin with him', of course …"
"Don't know if he'll want to stick to that last point …"
"Oh, but he will."