Dr. Whitcomb listened without amusement.
“That is significant,” she said.
“Because I’m having sex?”
“Because you remained connected to your body while making choices.”
Noah leaned back.
“That sounds less fun.”
“It is still good news.”
He looked at me.
“Reid did well.”
I squeezed his hand.
“So did you.”
Dr. Whitcomb asked about pain afterward.
No sharp hip pain.
No increase in headache.
General fatigue.
Muscle soreness.
“All expected,” she said. “Your physical stamina remains limited. Sexual activity can be physically strenuous, even without intercourse.”
Noah looked vindicated.
“I told him it was athletic.”
“You said it was rehabilitation.”
“Same family.”
She warned him not to treat pleasure as a new exercise program to complete aggressively.
He looked offended.
I laughed.
Then her attention shifted.
“Your mood.”
Noah’s hand tightened around mine.
“I had one bad morning.”
“One you recognized.”
“Yes.”
