"What? Massage me?" Sebastian said, staring at Dylan with absolute shock.
Even though he knew Dylan to be spontaneous, he had never expected him to suddenly bring out a massage box and offer something like that so casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Dylan watched the wary look in Sebastian's eyes and understood immediately. He had pushed him far too many times, teased him relentlessly, and now even a simple gesture was being questioned. He let out a small sigh before speaking.
"I didn't steal all these tools, and I'm quite certified."
"Okay…" Sebastian mumbled, though the uncertainty in his voice still lingered.
"I realized you've been massaging your shoulders and stretching your back like it's been hurting for a while now," Dylan continued, his tone softer, more measured. "So I thought I should relieve you of the pain. What do you think?"
